101 Dalmatians
1996
Cruella De Vil: You beasts! But I'm not beaten yet. You've won the battle, but I'm about to win the wardrobe. My spotty puppy coat is in plain sight and leaving tracks. In a moment I'll have what I came for, while all of you will end up as sausage meat, alone on some sad, plastic plate. Dead and meaty and red. No friends, no family, no pulse. Just slapped between two buns, smothered in onions, with fries on the side. Cruella De Vil has the last laugh!
Horace: Did you hear that? Jasper: What? Horace: That noise. Jasper: What noise? Horace: That noise I just heard. Do you hear it? Jasper: Oh yeah. Sounded like an annoying bug asking me irritating questions.
Roger: Fools aren't born, Pongo. Pretty girls make them in their spare time.
Cruella's Assistant: I thought we liked stripes this year. Cruella De Vil: What kind of sycophant are you? Cruella's Assistant: Uh... what kind of sycophant would you like me to be?
Cruella De Vil: I live for fur. I worship fur.
Cruella De Vil: We lose more women to marriage than war, famine, and disease.
Roger: Do you want a cup of marriage, uh, tea?
Cruella De Vil: Congratulations! You three have just won the Gold, Silver and Bronze in the Morons Olympics! Horace: Who won the gold?
Cruella De Vil: (about Horace and Jasper) I've seen more intelligent pieces of carpet!
Jasper: There are two things you must not do to the skinner. One: do not look at the horrendous scar on his neck. Two: don't talk to him, understand? Not a word. Horace: Right. (Skinner answers the door and looks at Horace) Horace: OH! Look at the SIZE of that SCAR! No BLOODY wonder you can't talk, mate!
(Cruella has spotted the dogs running away across a field) Cruella De Vil: Bingo! (sarcastically) Poor little things... I'm gonna cut you off, then cut you up!
Cruella De Vil: (scary whisper) Oh, yes! I love the smell of near-extinction!
Cruella De Vil: Alonzo. The drawing. (Alonzo looks confused) Cruella De Vil: (shrieking) Take the drawing from Anita, and hand it to me! Is that difficult? (Alonzo gives her the drawing) Cruella De Vil: Now go and stand somewhere until I need you.
Cruella De Vil: (walking through a farmyard) This is extraordinary... I am reduced to tramping through *sewage*! Because my two imbeciles can't keep track of a bunch of infant *dogs*!