Cruella:
When can the puppies leave their mother? Two weeks? Three weeks?
Roger:
Never.
Cruella:
What?
Roger:
W-w-we're n-not s-selling t-the puppies. N-n-not a sing - a single one. Do you understand?
Cruella:
Anita, is he serious? I really don't know Roger.
Anita:
Well Cruella, he seems...
Cruella:
Surely he must be joking!
Roger:
No, no, no. I-I-I mean it. You're-you're not getting one. N-n-not one. And that's - that's final!
Cruella:
Why, you horrid man! You - you - All right, keep the little beasts for all I care!
[she rips up the cheque]
Cruella:
Do as you like with them! Drown them!
[she walks up to Anita]
Cruella:
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!
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