One Hundred and One Dalmatians

One Hundred and One Dalmatians (often abbreviated as 101 Dalmatians) is a 1961 American Walt Disney Productions animated film.

Directed by Wolfgang Reitherman, Hamilton Luske and Clyde Geronimi. Writtenn by Bill Peet (uncredited), based on the novel by Dodie Smith.

The Canine Caper of the Century. (taglines)

Pongo

• Perdy, we'll take them home with us. All of them. Our pets would never turn them out.

Anita Radcliffe

• Oh, it'll bet at least three weeks. [chuckling] No rushing these things, you know?
• Oh, Cruella...

Jasper Badun

• I'll skin one of them spotted hyenas if it's the last thing I do!
• Outta my way, ya barkin' haystack, or I'll knock your blinkin' block off!
• [to Horace while closing in on the moving van] See, nothing to it! I'll give 'em a bit of a nudge, AND SHOVE 'EM IN THE DITCH! [cackles]
• Ah, shut up!

Other

• Anita Radcliffe: [humming, chuckling] Such a clever, lyrics.
• Roger Radcliffe: [chuckling] Melody first, my darling. And then, the lyrics, hmm?
• The Colonel: By Jove, yes! So, it is. Well, she what you want.
• Horace Badun: Oh, no you don't, Jasper! I'll pop 'em on the head and you do the skinnin'!
• The Truck driver: [to Cruella de Vil as she rams his vehicle] Hey, lady! What in thunder are you trying to do?! [to himself, muttering] Crazy woman driver!

Dialogue

[The movie opens on the skyline of a neighborhood in London and pans down to focus on Pongo, and his human pet, Roger Radcliffe, living inside their flat].

Pongo: [narrating] My story begins in London, not so very long ago. And yet so much has happened since then, that it seems like an eternity. At that time, I lived with my pet in a bachelor flat just off of Regents Park. It was a beautiful spring day, a tedious time of the year for bachelors. Oh, that’s my pet, Roger Radcliffe, a musician of sorts. I’m the one with the spots. My name’s Pongo. And you know... as far as I could see, the old notion that a bachelor’s life was so glamorous and carefree was all nonsense. It was downright dull. [leans up on all fours and stretches while yawning. He watches Roger smoke his pipe and continue practicing, as we then see Roger's living room with discarded music notes across the chair and floor and a cello in one of the seats] It was plain to see that my old pet needed someone. But if it were left up to Roger, we’d be bachelors forever. He was married to his work, writing songs. Songs about romance of all things, something he knew absolutely nothing about. Oh, he’s intelligent enough, as humans go. And I think you could say, Roger is a rather handsome animal in his way. I could see no reason why my pet didn’t deserve an attractive mate. At least I was determined to do my best. Of course, dogs are a pretty poor judge of human beauty. But I had a rough idea of what to look for. [sees a shaggy saluki and her beatnik human pet walk to the park] Hmm! Unusual breed. Very unusual. Hmm! Oh, surely not. [sees a small, stout pug and her similarly dignified human pet walk the opposite direction] Well now, what have we here? Hmm. Well, a little too short coupled. Nope! [A purple-colored poodle with black-haired bangs and her sophisticated owner pass by] I say! Well, I do say! Now there’s a fancy breed. Hmm. Perhaps a little too fancy. Yes, much too fancy. [A cocker spaniel and her elderly owner ride along on their bicycle] Too old. [A little girl in yellow and her yellow labrador puppy walk down the street] Too young. It was a problem, a real problem. Well, now that’s a bit more like it! [sees their ideal wives: An identical Dalmatian with a blue collar named Perdita and her human owner, Anita] The most beautiful creature on four legs! Now, if only the girl-Well! She’s very lovely too. It was almost too good to be true. I’d never find another pair like that, not if I looked for 100 years. Ah, they’re heading for the park. A perfect meeting place if I can only arrange it. Uh-oh, but Roger never stopped work ‘til after 5:00. That would be too late. [sets the clock hands five minutes after 5:00 with his nose, rushes to Roger's study, and prances and barks at Roger to get his attention]

Roger Radcliffe: After 5:00 already? Fancy that. [puts on his trench coat and trilby hat] All right, Pongo. All right, boy. [As soon as Roger puts the leash on Pongo, he takes off, heaving Roger through the front door. The scene slides away to see them traveling quickly through Regent's Park.] Pongo, boy, take it easy! What’s all the hurry? Pongo, boy, slow down.

Pongo: [looks around the area and sees the pug from recently barking at a few pigeons to chase them away. The, the two bachelors. cross a bridge past the saluki and her master painting this scene of the park, narrating] I was afraid we’d missed them. Perhaps they passed on by the park. Then, suddenly… I spotted them. It was a perfect situation if I planned it right. I couldn’t depend on Roger. I knew what he’d do. He’d settle on the grass, puff his pipe and that would be it. No, it was all up to me. Well. At first I had no particular plan, just anything to attract attention. You know, stir things up a bit. [goes ahead and grabs Roger's hat]

Roger Radcliffe: Pongo, you silly old thing! C’mon! C’mon, let’s have it, boy. Pongo! Pongo!

[Perdita and Anita look at Roger and Pongo fooling around with little amusement, as Roger retrieves his hat]

Pongo: [narrating] For a while, it seemed to work. At least they had seen one another. Things were going along first-rate. But, for some strange reason, they left!

Roger Radcliffe: [pounces on Pongo to stop him] C’mon, you old renegade. We’re going home.

Pongo: [narrating] But I wasn’t giving up. I was determined that somehow they just had to meet. [heaves Roger and forces him to meet Anita just in time]

Roger Radcliffe: Oh!

Anita Radcliffe: Ohhh!

Roger: I beg your pardon. Please excuse me.

Anita Radcliffe: I must say, what on earth! Oh, really. Good heavens.

Roger Radcliffe: Oh, dear!

[Pongo is overly focused on his goal, that he accidentally ties their legs up with his leash. Perdita becomes alarmed at this and tries to free her mistress by holding onto her coat with her teeth, only to make things worse. Perdita accidentally rips off part of her mistress' coat, as Roger and Anita lose their balance and land into a nearby pond.]

Roger Radcliffe: Oh, oh.

Anita: Oh, my new spring suit and my new hat!

Roger Radcliffe: [helps Anita] I’m terribly sorry. Please let me help you. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s come over him. I’m so sorry. He’s never acted this way before.

Anita Radcliffe: [annoyed] Please, just go away! You’ve done enough. Please?

Roger Radcliffe: Oh. Oh, I say. Here, take mine.

[Anita and Roger share a laugh, as Perdita looks at Pongo lovingly. Pongo's plan of getting Roger to meet Anita works, as an iris shines on him, which turns into a stained glass cathedral window. Both couples are now at the church getting married]

Priest: Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour and keep her in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her so long as ye both shall live?

Roger Radcliffe: I will.

---

Pongo: [narrating] For the first six months or so… we lived in a small house near the park. A modest little place, but just right for two couples who were just starting out.

[Pongo and Perdita are snuggling on the windowsill. Perdita sighs lovingly until Pongo wakes up to ask a question to her]

Pongo: Perdita, darling, are you all right?

Perdita: Oh, of course, dear. After all, dogs were having puppies long before our time. [licks Pongo on the face to reassure him, as a smile runs across his face]

[Just then, Nanny, Roger and Anita's housekeeper, enters with a platter with cupcakes, a tea pot, and tea cups on it]

Pongo: [narrating] Oh, that’s Nanny, a wonderful cook and housekeeper. She’s such a kind, understanding soul. You know, at times she seems almost canine.

Anita Radcliffe: Roger, dear, tea time. Tea time!

Roger Radcliffe: [singing] Be down in a minute. [comes out of his study, scatting and whistling to the lyrics of the song] Do you like my new song?

Anita Radcliffe: [scatting as well] Such clever lyrics.

Roger Radcliffe: Melody first, my dear. And then, the lyrics, hmm?

[Roger and Anita rub noses and share a good laugh. As Pongo and Perdita rest their heads on the windowsill, they hear a car coming]

Perdita: [scared] Oh, Pongo… it’s her. It’s that devil woman.

[The car, a red-colored Alvis Speed 20 SD Standard Coupe-like model with headlights and bumpers that resemble a scowling face, rockets down the street, blaring its horn, and scares a flock of pigeons while turning a sharp left. Perdita runs away to hide, but Pongo sits there, boldly. The car comes to a sharp, complete stop by their flat]

Roder Radcliffe: Oh, must be Cruella, your dearly devoted old schoolmate. Cruella de Vil. That’s it! ♪Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil, If she doesn't scare you, No evil thing will... To see her is to, Take a sudden... chill! Cruella, Cruella... She's like a spider waiting, For the kill... Look out for Cruella de Vil!♪

Anita Radcliffe: Oh, Roger. Ohh! Roger, she’ll hear you! Let her in, Nanny.

Cruella de Vil: [bursts through the door] Anita, darling!

Anita Radcliffe: How are you?

Cruella de Vil: [gleefully] Miserable, darling, as usual. Perfectly wretched! Where are they? Where are they? For heaven sakes, where are they?

Anita Radcliffe: Who, Cruella?

Cruella de Vil: The puppies! The puppies. No time for games. Where are the little brutes?

Anita Radcliffe: It’ll be at least three weeks. No rushing these things.

Cruella de Vil: Anita, you’re such a wit. Here, dog, here. Here, dog.

Pongo: [angrily growls at Cruella]

Anita Radcliffe: Cruella, isn’t that a new fur coat?

Cruella de Vil: My only true love, darling. I live for furs. I worship furs! Is there a woman in this wretched world who doesn’t?

Anita Radcliffe: Oh, I’d like a nice fur, but there are many other things…

Cruella de Vil: Sweet, simple Anita. I know, I know! This horrid little house is your dream castle... [walks over to the coffee table and rudely sticks her cigarette in one of the cupcakes, ruining the frosting] And poor Roger is your bold and fearless Sir Galahad! [bursts out laughing]

Anita Radcliffe: Oh, Cruella...

Cruella de Vil: Then, of course, you have your little spotted friends. Oh, yes, I must say, such perfectly beautiful coats.

Anita Radcliffe: Won’t you have some tea?

Cruella de Vil: I’ve got to run. Let me know when the puppies arrive. You will, won’t you, dear?

Anita Radcliffe: Yes, Cruella.

Cruella de Vil: Don’t forget, it’s a promise. See you in three weeks. Cheerio, darling. [shuts door]

Anita Radcliffe: Ohh!

Roger Radcliffe: ♪At first you think, Cruella is the devil. But after time has worn, Away the shock... You come to realize, You've seen her kind of eyes, Watching you from underneath, A rock! This vampire bat, This inhuman beast, She ought to be locked up, And never released, The world was such, A wholesome place until, Cruella, Cruella de Vil!♪

[Roger and Anita embrace as they rub each other's noses]

Anita Radclife: Roger, you are an idiot!

Pongo: [goes to the kitchen and sees Perdita hiding under the stove] Perdy?

Perdita: That witch. That devil woman. She wants our puppies. That’s all she’s after.

Pongo: Don’t worry, Perdy. They’re on to her. Nothing’s going to happen to our puppies.

Perdita: But, what does she want with them? She can’t possibly love them. Oh, Pongo. I was so happy at first, but now I… [tears up] Oh, I… I wish we weren’t having any. [sobs]

---

[A few weeks later in October, a thunderstorm has appeared over the neighborhood in London. Rain pours down, lightning bolts flash, and thunder roars]

Pongo: [narrating] Poor Perdita. Of course, she had no choice. The puppies arrived right on schedule one wild and stormy night in October.

[Roger and Pongo sit in the kitchen, waiting for any word about the puppies' birth, as the clock is ticking on the wall nearby. Roger puffs nervously on his pipe, while Pongo waits for the door to open, which it does when Nanny comes in. Pongo is looking forward to the latest update, but he frowns when he sees Nanny come and collect a cloth, and she then leaves to go back to check on Perdita, closing the door behind her. Pongo turns to Roger, still puffing nervously on his pipe, and licks his hand]

Roger Radcliffe: [yelps] Steady, boy. [pats Pongo's head]

[After a minute or two of waiting, Nanny bursts in, scaring them both as Pongo leaps into Roger's arms]

Nanny: [excitedly tells them] The puppies are here! Oh… the puppies are here!

Roger Radcliffe: How many?

Nanny: 8.

Roger Radcliffe: 8? By George, Pongo! 8 puppies.

Nanny: 10.

Anita Radcliffe: 11.

Roger Radcliffe: 11? 11 puppies, Pongo, boy.

Nanny: Wait a minute now, wait a minute… 13! No, no, no. 14. Ohh… 15!

Roger Radcliffe: 15?

Nanny: And the mother’s doing fine, love. You ducky thing, you.

Roger Radcliffe: 15 puppies? Why, Pongo, that’s marvelous! It’s fabulous! Why, you old rascal!

Nanny: [returns with a grim expression on her face as she holds one of the puppies being stillborn in a blanket] 14. Just 14. We lost one. [gives the stillborn puppy to Roger, as Pongo looks on with grief. Roger massages his hand on the puppy] Oh, poor little thing.

Roger Radcliffe: Oh, Pongo, boy. It’s just one of those things. And yet… And yet, I wonder. [Slowly but surely, the puppy regains consciousness as it whimpers, fascinating Pongo for the better. A miracle has been made by Roger] Look, Pongo. Anita! Nanny. Fifteen! We still have 15!

Anita Radcliffe: Oh, Roger, he’s all right! Thank heavens!

Roger Radcliffe: [gives Lucky to Nanny] See? He’s just as good as new.

Anita Radcliffe: Can you imagine, Roger? 15 puppies!

[A lightning bolt strikes, scaring Pongo, Roger, Anita, Nanny, and Lucky, and also allowing Cruella to drop in, unexpectedly!]

Cruella de Vil: 15! 15 puppies! How marvelous. How marvellous, how perfectly… ugh! [looks at Lucky with repulsion] The devil take it. They’re mongrels; no spots! No spots at all! What a horrid, little white rat!

Nanny: They’re not mongrels! They’ll get their spots! Just wait and see!

Anita Radcliffe: That’s right, Cruella. They’ll have their spots in a few weeks.

Cruella de Vil: Oh, well, in that case I’ll take them all. The whole litter. Just name your price, dear.

Anita Radcliffe: I’m afraid we can’t give them up. Poor Perdita, she’d be heartbroken.

Cruella de Vil: Anita, don’t be ridiculous. You can’t afford to keep them. You can scarcely feed yourselves.

Anita Radcliffe: I’m sure we’ll get along.

Cruella de Vil: Yes, I know. I know! Roger’s… Roger’s songs! [evilly breaks into another laugh riot, as Roger and Pongo glare at her] Enough of this nonsense. I’ll pay you twice what they’re worth. Come now, I’m being more than generous. Blast this pen. Blast this wretched, wretched pen! When can the puppies leave their mother? Two weeks? Three weeks?

Roger Radcliffe: Never.

Cruella de Vil: What?

Roger Radcliffe: [nervously, but standing his ground] We're not selling the puppies. Not a single one. Do you understand?

Cruella de Vil: Anita, is he serious? I really don't know Roger.

Anita Radcliffe: Well, Cruella, he seems-

Cruella de Vil: Surely he must be joking.

Roger Radcliffe: [more firmly] No, no, no, I mean it. You're not getting one. Not one. And that's final.

[Pongo nods at Cruella de Vil in agreement]

Cruella de Vil: Why, you horrid man! You... you... All right. Keep the little beasts for all I care. [angrily rips up the check] Do as you like with them. Drown them! [furiously throws the pieces of ripped check paper at Roger] But I warn you, Anita, we're through. I'm through with all of you! I'll get even. Just wait! You'll be sorry! You fools! You...YOU IDIOTS! [she angrily slams the door and Pongo barks loudly at her as she drives away]

Anita Radcliffe: Oh, Roger! You were magnificent, darling.

Nanny: Oh, he was a bloomin’ hero, ma’am! Indeed he was. A bloomin’ hero!

Pongo: [leaves the scene and runs downstairs to meet up with Perdita, who is resting with their newborn puppies] Perdy? Perdy, darling? We’re keeping the puppies, every single one of them. My ol’ pet Roger, he told that devil woman off. He told her off, Perdy. She’s gone. Darling, she’s gone for good.

Perdita: [relieved] Oh, Pongo.

[Pongo and Perdita go to sleep, as their puppies whimper and cuddle by their mother's belly.]

---

[A few weeks later, the puppies have grown and now have their spots, names, and red and blue-colored collars with their tags, as they watch their favorite TV show with their parents: The Adventures of Thunderbolt! Thunderbolt himself is in hot pursuit of his chief enemy, Dirty Dawson, who shoots his pistol to annihilate Thunder.]

Freckles: C’mon, Thunderbolt.

Jewel: C’mon, Thunderbolt.

[Dawson keeps firing at Thunderbolt, who is catching up closer to him.]

Fidget: Go get him, Thunder.

Rolly: [barks to root for Thunderbolt]

Cadpig: After him, boy.

Patch: He’ll get that dirty ol’ horse thief.

Jewel: Old Thunderbolt’s the greatest dog in the whole world.

Patch: He’s even better than Dad.

Penny: No dog’s better than Dad.

Freckles: What’s he going to do, Dad?

Pongo: Shh, shh. Let’s just wait and see.

[Thunderbolt climbs on a rock outcrop to look out for Dirty Dawson, to which Jewel, Dipstick and Whizzer look over the couch arm likewise. They then see Dawson slink past some rocks and behind a cliff wall]

Two-Tone: Look at him run, the old coward.

Patch: That old dirty Dawson! The yellow-livered old skunk! I’d like to tear his gizzard out.

Perdita: Why, Patch, where did you ever hear such talk? Certainly not from your mother. [angrily scowls at Pongo, who smirks back at her]

Penny: Watch out, Thunder.

Patch: Don’t worry, Penny. He’ll get that yellow-livered… Well, he’ll get him, all right.

Two-Tone: Lucky, get down. We can’t see.

Patch: Mother, make him get down.

Perdita: C’mon, Lucky. Down, dear.

Freckles: Missed him! Missed him by a mile!

Rolly: I’m hungry, mother. I’m hungry.

Perdita: Rolly, you’ve just had your dinner.

Rolly: But I am, just the same. I’m so hungry I could eat… a whole elephant.

Jewel, Dipstick and Whizzer: Shh!

Patch: There he is, behind that rock.

[The puppies watch with curiosity as Dawson pulls the trigger and blasts Thunderbolt off screen, causing the puppies to hide from the brutality.]

Dipstick: Oh, dear. He shot poor Thunder.

Patch: He missed him. Ol’ Thunder’s pretending… I think. See? What did I tell you? That’s one of his tricks.

Two-Tone: Lucky, get down.

Dirty Dawson: [wickedly laughs]

Lucky: [bolts away from the TV set and barks at Dawson]

[Just as he continues laughing, Thunderbolt wakes up and fiercely tackles him. The two enemies fight at one another as he falls off a cliff and into a river below. All the puppies bark to cheer their TV hero on.]

Rolly: I’m hungry, Mother. I really am.

[Before Thunderbolt stands on cliff, the announcer interrupts their program]

TV Announcer: Don’t miss next week’s episode. Who will triumph?

Patch: Ol’ Thunder always wins!

[A bust of Thunderbolt barks and appears on a dog biscuit box being held by the TV announcer]

TV Announcer: And speaking of champions, friends, Kanine Krunchies is the champion of all dog biscuits.

Kanine Krunchies Chorus: ♪Kanine Krunchies can’t be beat, They make each meal a special treat, Happy dogs are those who eat nutritious Kanine Krunchies!♪

Pongo: Perdy, we better get these little nippers off to bed if we’re going for a w-a-l-k.

Pepper: We want to go too, Mother.

Jewel: Can we, Mother? Can we?

Two-Tone: We never get to go.

Perdita: Come along, children. Bedtime.

Patch: But we’re not a bit... [yawns] Sleepy. We want to go for a walk in the park.

Fidget: Dad, can we?

Pongo: Better do as your mother says. [counts the puppies to keep track.] One, two, three, four… five, six… seven… eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen…

Rolly: I’m not sleepy. I’m hungry.

Pongo: Fourteen... Hmm? [sees Lucky sitting back at the TV set]

TV Announcer: Remember, friends. Just send five…

Pongo: [turns off the TV and carries Lucky off to bed] Come on, Lucky, you little rascal, let’s go.

---

[As Roger and Anita take Pongo and Perdita for a walk]

Jasper Badun: There they go, Horace, me lad. Out for their evening constitutional. A lovely pair of turtledoves. Around the Johnny Horner, and off to the park.

Horace Badun: Yeah, but I don't like it, Jasper. One more pinch and they'll throw the keys away.

Jasper Badun: Ah, come off it, Horace. We're getting plenty of boodle.

Horace Badun: Yes, but, uhm, I've been thinking-

Jasper Badun: [grabs him angrily] YOU'VE BEEN THINKING?! Now, look here, Horace, I warned you about thinking. I've got the knob for this job, so let's get on with it. [starts up their truck and drives it up to the doorsteps of Roger and Anita’s flat. The truck makes sputtering noises along the way and stops with a squeak. Jasper and Horace emerge from the truck and walk up the doorsteps, as Horace as a handbag in his hands] Ohh, nobody home but the little ol’ cook. Now you just leave her to ol’ Jasper. He can handle her real diplomatic-like.

Horace: Yeah, but uh, I still don’t like it.

---

Nanny: Here, here. Now Patch, you settle down. Oh, dear. Go to sleep now. Close your little eyes. That’s a good little one. Now, who do you suppose...? [answers the door]

Jasper Badun: Good evening, ma'am. We're here to inspect the wiring and the switches.

Horace Badun: And we're from the gas company.

Jasper Badun: [angrily prods Horace] Electric, electric.

Horace Badun: Oh. Electric company!

Nanny: Oh, but we didn't call for any inspection.

Jasper Badun: Oh yes, I know. See, there's a new Act just passed in Parliament. Comes under the heading of the "Defence of the Realm Act": Article Four, Section 29. Very important - it's the law! And it's for your own safety, ma'am.

Nanny: Well, I don't care what Parliament, Realm or whatever it is says. You're not coming in here, not with the Mister and the Missus gone.

Jasper Badun: Oh, now. Come off it, Ducky. We got no time to palaver. We got a job to do. EXCUSE ME! [rudely storms through the door]

Nanny: What's the matter with you two?! You got cloth ears? I said you're not coming in here! [clumsily falls on her bottom]

Jasper Badun: Ho, ho, ho! She's a regular old tartar, ain't she, Horace? [laughs mockingly, then evilly heads upstairs]

Nanny: [angrily chasing Jasper] Don't you dare go up there, you big long-legged lummox! Now I mean it! If you don't get out of this house, I'll call the police, I will! Now be off with you, you big...you big weasel!

Jasper Badun: Now you've been gone and done it. You've cut me to the quick, lady. Why, I wouldn't stay here if you asked me to. [Nanny angrily throws a teapot at him, but it misses and breaks] Not even for a cup of tea. [evilly calling down for Horace while trapping Nanny in the attic] Oy! Horace, me lad! I've got a sneaky suspicion we're not welcome here. [we see Horace downstairs with a bag, heading for the puppies in the kitchen] Pack up, we're leaving. Sharp's the word, and quick's the action.

Nanny: [angrily pulls on the door] Let me out! Help! I'll call the police! Help!

[Jasper evilly lets go of the door, and she falls backward into a cello, breaking it]

Jasper Badun: [offscreen] Goodnight, Ducky! Ta-ta!

Nanny: [furiously gets up] Why, these good-for-nothing hoodlums! Electric company. Huh! [goes over to the window, and sees them drive off] They're nothing but common sneak thieves. [angrily runs down the stairs to the kitchen] I'll bet they made off with the good silver. Why, I bet they took every last... [as she gets there, she is horrified to find the empty puppies' bed] Oh! The puppies! The puppies, they're gone! [looks around frantically] Patch?! Lucky?! Rolly?! Oh, they took the puppies! [runs out the kitchen and out on the street] Oh...whatever will I do? Those scoundrels! They stole the puppies! Police? Help! The puppies! Police! Somebody help me out! Help! Help! Help!

---

Cruella de Vil: Dognapping!" Can you imagine such a thing? "15 Puppies Stolen". They are darling little things. Anita and her... and her bashful Beethoven! Pipe and all! [evilly laughs] Oh, Roger, you are a fool!

[Jasper calls Cruella de Vil on the phone]

Cruella de Vil: Hello? Jasper! Jasper, you idiot! How dare you call here!

Jasper Badun: But we don't want no more of this 'ere! We want our boodle! [as Horace tries to get his attention] We'll settle for half!

Cruella de Vil: Not one schilling till the job's done. Understand?

Horace Badun: Jasper! [shows him the morning newspaper]

Jasper Badun: It's right here in the blinkin' papers! Pictures and all!

Cruella de Vil: Hang the papers! It'll be forgotten tomorrow.

Horace Badun: I don't like it, Jasper. I don't-

Jasper Badun: [to Horace] Ah, shaddup, you idiot!

Cruella de Vil: [thinking she was insulted] WHAT?!?!

Jasper Badun: [on the phone] No, no, not you, miss! I mean Horace here.

Cruella de Vil: [annoyed] Why, you imbecile! [angrily slams down the phone]

---

[The dognapping has affected the Radcliffe's, Nanny, Pongo, and Perdita terribly to the fullest. Pongo hears the phone ring and becomes hopeful about the news, just as Roger answers the phone]

Roger Radcliffe: Maybe it’s Scotland Yard. M-Maybe they found something. Hello? Uh, hello, Inspector? I--

Cruella de Vil: Is Anita there?

Roger Radcliffe: Who?

Cruella de Vil: Anita!

Roger Radcliffe: Uh… it’s for you.

Anita Radcliffe: Hello?

Cruella de Vil: Anita, darling.

Anita Radcliffe: Oh, Cruella.

Cruella de Vil: Oh, Anita, what a dreadful thing. I just saw the papers. I couldn’t believe it.

Anita Radcliffe: Yes, Cruella. It was quite a shock.

Roger Radcliffe: What does she want? Is she calling to confess?

Anita Radcliffe: Roger, please!

Roger Radcliffe: Oh, she’s a sly one, she is.

Anita Radcliffe: Yes, yes, w-w-we’re doing everything possible.

Cruella de Vil: Have you called the police?

Anita Radcliffe: Yes, we--we called Scotland Yard. But, I-I'm afraid…

Roger Radcliffe: [angrily confronts Cruella] Where are they?!

Anita Radcliffe: [takes the phone back] You idiot! Sorry, Cruella. Yes... if there’s any news, we’ll let you know. Thank you, Cruella. [hangs up the phone] Roger, I admit she’s eccentric, but she’s not a thief.

Roger Radcliffe: Well, she’s still number one suspect in my book!

Anita Radcliffe: Well, she’s been investigated by Scotland Yard. What more do you want?

Roger Radcliffe: Oh, I don’t know, darling. I don’t know.

Anita Radcliffe: Oh, Roge. What’ll we do? What’ll we do?

Pongo: Perdy...I'm afraid it's all up to us.

Perdita: Oh, Pongo. Isn't there any hope?

Pongo: Well, yes. There's the twilight bark.

Perdita: The twilight bark? But dear, that's only a gossip chain.

Pongo: Darling, it's the very fastest way to send news. And if our puppies are anywhere in the city, the London dogs will know. Now we'll send the word tonight when our pets take us for a walk in the park.

---

[The camera fades out on them and jump cuts to Regent's Park at night. The two couples are standing on a hill overlooking the city. Pongo is barking loudly to get another dog's attention]

Perdita: There’s no one out tonight. I’m afraid it’s too cold.

Pongo: We’ve got to keep trying, Perdy." [hears barking nearby] Perdy, we’re in luck! It’s the Great Dane at Hampstead. [barks in response, which angers Roger]

Roger Radcliffe: Pongo, quiet, boy! Do you wanna stir up the whole neighborhood? Come on, Pongo.

Anita Radcliffe: Perdy, come on, girl!

Roger Radcliffe: Let’s go, boy. Oh, Pongo, you old idiot! Come on, now! We’re going home! [angrily drags Pongo to bring him home]

[Fortunately, Pongo's idea to use the Twilight Bark works; Danny, a Great Dane, is barking a last minute response to Pongo, who barks back to him in reply. His friend, Scotty, a small Yorkshire Terrier, catches up with him]

Scotty: What is it, Danny? Who’s on the telegraph?

Danny: It’s Pongo, Regents Park! It’s an all-dog alert.

Scotty: What’s it all about? What's the word? Tell me, Danny! Tell me, tell me! Tell me!

Danny: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Well, now… Hmm, that is something.

Scotty: What, Danny? What’s something?

Danny: 15 Dalmatian puppies, stolen!

Scotty: Have they called the police? Scotland Yard?

Danny: The humans have tried everything. Now, it’s up to us dogs... and the Twilight Bark!

Scotty: I’ll sound the alert! [barks so loudly and rapidly that he bounces like a jackhammer and grips on the column to prevent himself from falling off]

Danny: Woof! Woof!

Danny and Scotty bark long and loud, echoing throughout the neighborhood, where the message reaches a Dachshund coming out of his doghouse]

Dachshund: Ah! [goes to a drainpipe and barks the message up through the drainpipe, where it reaches Prissy's apartment. As Prissy's owner uses her as a model for her new art project, Prissy runs to the window and barks in reply, until her owner yanks her back inside]

Prissy's owner: Prissy, come in here!

Prissy: [ignores her master and runs to another window, where she relays the message across town. A corgi, the pug and other puppies bark in reply inside a pet shop window. Even Coco, the poodle from recently, participates in the Twilight Bark while she rides on top of her owner's limousine]

Coco's Owner: Coco! Be quiet now!

[All the dogs in London bark, woof, and howl as they relay the message about Pongo and Perdy's fifteen stolen Dalmatian puppies being stolen, even they annoy the humans loudly]

Man: Aw, shut up! Quiet! [angrily shouting] WILL YOU BE QUIET?!

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[Barking in the distance]

The Colonel: Sounds like a number. Three fives are 13.

Sergeant Tibbs: Um, ah, that's 15, sir.

The Colonel: 15? Of course 15! [more barking] Yes, dot, spot, spot, spotted puddings...poodles...No, no, puddles.

The Captain: Puddles, sir?

The Colonel: 15 spotted puddles stolen, oh, balderdash!

Sergeant Tibbs: Better double-check it, Colonel.

The Colonel: Hmm? Oh, yes, yes, I suppose I better. [barks, then barking in the distance in response] Two woofs, one yip and a woof.

Sergeant Tibbs: It sounds like puppies, sir.

The Colonel: Of course, puppies!

---

[An angry Cruella de Vil catches Jasper and Horace watching television]

Cruella de Vil: I've got no time to argue. I tell you it's got to be done tonight. [turns off the TV] Do you understand?! Tonight!

Horace Badun: But they ain't big enough.

Jasper Badun: You couldn't get half a dozen coats out of the whole kaboodle.

Sergeant Tibbs: [spying] Coats?! Dog-skin coats?!

Cruella de Vil: Then we'll settle for half a dozen! We can't wait! The police are everywhere. I want the job done tonight!

Horace Badun: How are we gonna do it?

Cruella de Vil: Any way you like. Poison them, drown them, bash them in the head! You got any chloroform?

Jasper Badun: Not a drop.

Horace Badun: And no ether...either.

Jasper Badun: [violently bonks Horace on the head with his wine-bottle] "Eye-ther"!

Cruella de Vil: I don't care how you kill the little beasts, but DO IT! AND DO IT NOW!

Jasper Badun: Aw, please, miss. Now have pity, will ya? Can't we see the rest of the show first?

Horace Badun: We want to see "What's My Crime?"

[Jasper starts to drink from his bottle, but Cruella de Vil furiously snatches it and angrily throws it into the fireplace, where the ignited alcohol causes an explosion. The puppies hide behind the furniture in fear.]

Cruella de Vil: [angrily hits Jasper and Horace's faces] Now listen, you idiots! I'll be back first thing in the morning. And the job better be done or I'll... I'll... I'll call the police! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! [She slams the door behind her in a fit of rage; the slam causes a chunk of the ceiling to come loose and fall on Horace's head]

Horace Badun: I think she means it, Jasper.

Jasper Badun: Ah...we'll get on with it as soon as the show's over. [turns the TV back on]

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Jasper Badun: [cackling wickedly] Ah, ha-ha-ha! Now, we’ve got ‘em, Horace. They‘ve run out of room! [Pongo and Perdita suddenly crashes in] Hey, what have we got here? A couple of spotted hyenas? C’mon, Horace, old pal. [they both start attacking] Give ‘em what for. I’m right behind ya, lad.

Horace Badun: [accidentally hits Jasper]

Jasper Badun: Oof! Oh, you clumsy clod! [angrily kicks Horace]

Horace Badun: Hey, Jasper! I’ll knock the spots off you! Let go! Let go!

[Perdita bites Horace's pant leg. Jasper swings a chair and Pongo jumps on him]

The Colonel: Well, by George!

[A puppy barks. Jasper scowls and the puppy scampers off]

Jasper Badun: [violently kicks Pongo against the wall] You mangy mongrel!

Pongo: [shakes his head dizzily]

Jasper Badun: I’ll knock your blinkin' block off. [smashes the wall with his crowbar]

Pongo: [angrily bites Jasper's rear end]

Jasper Badun: YEOW!!

The Colonel: [looks through a hole in the door] Blast ‘em, Tibbs. Go on, give ‘em what for.

Sergeant Tibbs: No, no, Colonel! Retreat, retreat!

The Colonel: Yes. Oh, yes, of course. Retreat! Retreat, on the double!

[The puppies follow Sergeant Tibbs and the Colonel to the front door. Perdita attacks Horace, while Pongo attacks Jasper.]

Horace Badun: Help, Jasper, Jasper! Get me out of here!

Jasper Badun: Hey, Horace, they’re fighting dirty!

Horace Badun: Oh, oh, oh! [falls in the fireplace] Oh, oh, oh! [hits his head in the fireplace and bolts away, as he puts out the flames on the seat of his pants] JASPER!

Jasper Badun: HORACE!

[With his pants on fire, Horace knocks Jasper against a wall. It cracks and the ceiling collapses on them]

Pongo: C’mon, Perdy. Let’s go.

[The two dogs follow the paw prints in the snow. Horace and Jasper go outside]

Jasper Badun: [angrily shakes his fist] I’ll skin every one of them little spotted hyenas, if it’s the last thing I do!

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[Meanwhile, in Dinsford, the Labrador that the Collie mentioned to Pongo last evening stands outside a blacksmith shop and barks for any sign of the Dalmatians, who then arrive on schedule. Pongo runs ahead, barking in reply.]

Labrador: Pongo, I’ve got a ride home for you!

Pongo: A ride home? Perdy, did you hear that?

Perdita:

[Cruella then drives down one side of the street, forcing the Labrador, Pongo, and Perdita to duck down from Cruella searching for them. As soon as they raise their heads, Pongo sees Horace and Jasper looking for them, too.]

Pongo: Yes… and Jasper and Horace.

Perdita: Pongo, how will we get to the van?

Pongo: I don’t know, Perdy. But somehow, we’ve got to.

Lucky: Mother, Dad, Patch pushed me in the fireplace.

Patch: Lucky pushed me first.

Lucky: Did not.

Patch: Did too.

Lucky: Did not.

Patch: Did too.

Lucky: Did not! [angrily sticks a tongue at Patch]

Perdita: Please, children, don't quarrel.

Pongo: Say...Perdy, I've got an idea. [rolls around in soot]

Perdita: Pongo, what on Earth...?

Pongo: Look! I'm a Labrador! We'll all roll in the soot! We'll all be Labradors!

Labrador: Say! That is an idea!

Pongo: Come on, kids! Roll in the soot!

Penny: You mean you want us to get dirty?

Pepper: Did you hear that, Freckles? Dad wants us to get dirty.

Cadpig: Mother, should we?

Perdita: [sighs] Do as your father says.

Pepper: This'll be fun!

Cadpig: I always wanted to get good and dirty!

[All the puppies laugh as they jump into the soot and roll around in it]

Pongo: That’s the stuff! The blacker, the better!

Lucky: I’m ready.

Patch: Me too!

Freckles: How’s this, Dad?

Pongo: [to puppies] Wait a minute. Now, that’s enough. Not too many at a time. Uh-oh. Rolly, hold on, son. You’re only half done. [stops Rolly]

Labrador: And now, stay right with me, kids.

Penny: [giggles] We’re gonna fool the ol’ mad lady.

Then the labrador slowly brings the puppies out into the open, while Horace and Jasper check each nook and cranny with their weapons in the village.

Perdita: [nervously] Pongo, I’m so afraid.

Horace Badun: [points out the puppies] Look, Jasper: Do you suppose they disguised themselves?

Jasper Badun: Say now, Horace. That’s just what they did. Dogs is always paintin’ themselves black! [angrily hits Horace on the head] You idiot!

They reach the van, where the labrador loads each puppy with his teeth onto the tailgate.

Pongo: [watches them from the window back at the blacksmith's shop] Well, so far, so good. C’mon, Perdy. Better get on your make-up. I’ll go ahead with the next bunch. [leaves to get the next bunch of puppies, until Perdita sees Cruella coming in her car and ducks down to avoid being seen by her as Cruella passes the window the other way. Pongo and the puppies wait to move outside, until Cruella stops her car. Perdita then sees Horace and Jasper coming and runs off to hide. Before Jasper gets a closer look, both he and Horace hear Cruella blowing her horn]

Cruella de Vil: [angrily shouts] Jasper! Horace! Well?

Jasper Badun: Aw, now, be reasonable, miss.

Horace Badun: We’re froze clean to our bones.

Jasper Badun: We’ve been out all night and all day and with nothin’ to eat.

Cruella de Vil: They’re somewhere in this village, and we’re going to find them! Now, get going! [speeds off]

[Pongo and the labrador check to see if the coast is clear.]

Pongo: Do you think they’ve seen us?

Labrador: No, but we’re running out of time.

Car Mechanic: Try ‘er again, mate.

As the truck driver starts his engine again, Perdita is now in her soot disguise as she leads the next batch of puppies.

Pongo: Hurry, Perdy. The van’s about to leave.

Perdita brings the puppies over to the van and helps the labrador load them onto the tailgate, until they see Horace and Jasper checking a trash can and a rain pipe to search for the puppies.

Labrador: Better hurry.

Perdita then runs back to the shop, as Pongo brings out the next batch of puppies. At the same time, Cruella's car turns round the fountain, as Cruella peers her head out the window to keep looking. The batch of puppies run behind the van, while the car mechanic makes final repairs to the engine as the driver looks on. Three of the puppies hide against the van's wall from Cruella, who clears the area. The labrador and his bunch of puppies come out from their hiding places, as Perdita brings the next bunch of puppies out to the van.

Pongo: I’ll get the rest. [leaves the grab the last bunch]

Car Mechanic: Well, that ought to do 'er. [closes the truck hood] At least, she’ll get you back to London.

Labrador: Better get aboard, miss.

The van has its engine working, as Perdita leaps onto the tailgate and helps with the loading. As Pongo returns to get the last bunch of puppies, he sees Horace and Jasper standing outside the blacksmith shop.

Horace Badun: Hey, Jasper. [whacks Jasper softly on the butt to get his attention. Then, Jasper shakes his fire poker on the door, scaring the puppies into hiding.]

Jasper Badun: C’mon, Horace. [head go to the back of the blacksmith shop to investigate the interior, but Pongo catches up to the last of the puppies and leads them out just in time.]

Pongo: Hurry, kids! C’mon, kids. Run on ahead.

Freckles: She’s watching us, Dad.

Pongo: Keep going. Keep going.

[Just then, melting icicle droplets fall on the puppies' soot, turning it into white spots and exposing their true identity. Pongo looks up and sees the droplets falling from the edge of a nearby roof as his fur is revealed]

Cruella de Vil: It can’t be! [glares in her side-view mirror] It’s impossible!

[But, it is. With the soot splashing off from the droplets, she sees the Dalmatians' fur as the truck slowly pulls away. A clump of snow falls on Lucky, forcing Pongo to grab Lucky out of the snow, as his fur is revealed as well.]

Labrador: Run for it!

Cruella de Vil: Jasper! Horace! There they go! In the van! After them! AFTER THEM!

[As Pongo and the Labrador bring the last two puppies for the van, Pongo and Lucky trip on the snow, as Horace and Jasper close in on them. Fortunately, as the labrador gives a puppy to Perdita as her true fur as well, he turns around and attacks Horace and Jasper, giving Pongo and Lucky enough time to escape. Pongo jumps onto the tailgate and gives Lucky to Perdita. The van hits a bump, almost forcing Pongo to fall off the tailgate, but he keeps a firm grip on the wood surface and pulls himself on board.]

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[The van makes a left turn out of Dinsford and takes the main road to London. Pongo and Perdita look at the road going away behind them and look back at the puppies hiding in the furniture. Just then, Cruella de Vil and the Baduns drive up in their vehicles, with Cruella de Vil quickly following the van and the Baduns taking an opposite road.]

Perdita: Pongo! There she is: Cruella!

[Cruella de Vil comes from behind the van and rams against it to force it off the road]

The Man: [angrily] Hey, lady, what in thunder are you tryin’ to do?! Crazy woman driver!

[Cruella de Vil re-appears from the left and slams into the van again. She thrashes against the van wildly, almost flinging the puppies away, while the driver struggles to keep his van on the road. Just then, she sees a road barrier and tries to stop her car, but it crashes through the barrier and ends up in a ditch, while the van crosses the bridge. That does not stop Cruella de Vil, as she puts her car in reverse and goes full speed ahead on the other side of the hill. Her car reaches the top and hits a grove of trees, shedding off some of its parts. Cruella de Vil is now a psychopath on wheels, as her car resembles a hot rod now.]

Perdita: [sees the Baduns traveling down a mountain road] Pongo, look!

[The Baduns also have plans to crash the van. Jasper is wickedly confident about this, while Horace holds onto the roof support for dear life.]

Horace Badun: JASPER!

Jasper Badun: [wickedly cackling] There ain’t nothin’ to it. I’ll give him a bit of nudge and shove him in the dirt! Ha-ha!

[Then, Cruella de Vil returns, rage appears in Cruella de Vil's scary eyes, and the parents gape in horror. Cruella de Vil rams her car against the van's rear-end bumper and swerves the van in both directions to destroy it.]

Pongo: Perdy, watch out!

[The battle continues with both drivers fighting for control over the road, until they near the junction where Horace and Jasper are preparing to make their move.]

Horace Badun: [Accidentally snaps the steering wheel off] JASPER!

Jasper Badun: HORACE!

[Horace and Jasper's truck swerves out of control down the mountain and crashes into Cruella de Vil's car and both automobiles and drivers go flying into the air as they fall into the riverbank]

Cruella de Vil: [angrily calls Jasper and Horace's names] You idiots! You, you fools! You imbeciles!

Jasper Badun: [annoyed] Ah, shut up!

[Cruella de Vil continues slams her fist on a tire while she continues sobbing]

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Roger Radcliffe: [after counting the puppies] A hundred and one!

Anita Radcliffe: A hundred and one? My, where did they all come from?

Roger Radcliffe: Oh-ho, Pongo, you ol' rascal!

Taglines

• One great big ONEderful motion picture.
• The Canine Caper of the Century.
• Crafty Cruella... chasing every spotted puppy in town.

Cast

• Rod Taylor - Pongo
• Cate Bauer - Perdita
• J. Pat O'Malley - Jasper Badun and Colonel
• Fred Warlock - Horace Badun
• Betty Lou Gerson - Cruella de Vil
• Martha Wentworth - Nanny
• Tudor Owen - Towser
• David Frankham - Sgt. Tibbs and Truck driver
• Queenie Leonard - Princess
• Marjorie Bennett - Duchess
• Lisa Davis - Anita Radcliffe
• Thurl Ravenscroft - Captain
• Ben Wright - Roger Radcliffe

External links

• 101 Dalmatians quotes at the Internet Movie Database

Animated Feature films	One Hundred and One Dalmatians  (1961) · 101 Dalmatians II: Patch's London Adventure  (2002)
Live Action films	101 Dalmatians  (1996) · 102 Dalmatians  (2000) · Cruella  (2021)
Television series	101 Dalmatians: The Series  (1997-1998) · 101 Dalmatian Street  (2019–20)