Nanny:
The puppies are here! Oh, the puppies are here!
[laughs]
Roger:
How many?
Nanny:
Eight.
Roger:
Eight?
[Pongo barks]
Roger:
By George, Pongo! Eight puppies!
Nanny:
Ten.
Anita:
Eleven!
Nanny:
Eleven!
Roger:
Eleven? Eleven puppies! Pongo boy!
Nanny:
Wait a minute now. Wait a minute... Thirteen! No, no, no, fourteen. Oh, fifteen!
Roger:
Fifteen?
Nanny:
[chuckles to Pongo]
And the mother is doing fine, love.
[Pongo walks around like he's drunk]
Roger:
Fifteen puppies? Why, Pongo boy, that's marvelous! It's fabulous! Why, you old rascal!
Nanny:
[enters with a puppy under a blanket]
Fourteen. Just fourteen. We lost one.
[hands it to Roger]
Nanny:
Oh, the poor little thing.
[the room goes silent]
Roger:
Oh, Pongo boy... it's just one of those things. And yet... and yet I wonder...
[Roger starts rubbing the puppy for a little while, until suddenly, it starts to move]
Roger:
Look, Pongo!
[the puppy is alive]
Roger:
Anita! Nanny! Fifteen! We still have fifteen!
Anita:
Oh, Roger, he's all right! Thank heaven.
Roger:
See? He's just as good as new!
Anita:
Can you imagine, Rog? Fifteen puppies!
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