Cruella:
Fifteen. Fifteen puppies! How marvelous! How marvelous! How perfectly ugh! Oh, 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:
That's right, Cruella. They'll have their spots in a few weeks.
Cruella:
Oh, well, in that case I'll take them all. The whole litter. Just name your price, dear.
Anita:
I'm afraid we can't give them up. Poor Perdita, she'd be heartbroken.
Cruella:
Anita, don't be ridiculous. You can't possibly afford to keep them. You can scarcely afford to feed yourselves.
Anita:
Well, I'm sure we'll get along.
Cruella:
[laughing]
Yes, I know! I know! Roger's.
[laughing]
Cruella:
Roger's songs!
[laughs again]
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