Pongo:
What? 99? Where did they all come from?
Perdita:
What on earth would she want with so many?
Spotty:
She's gonna make coats out of us!
Perdita:
She couldn't!
Seargent Tibs:
That's right. Dog skinned coats.
Colonel:
Oh, dog skinned coats. Oh, come now, Tibs!
Seargent Tibs:
But it's true, sir.
Patch:
Horace and Jasper are going to pop us off and skin us!
Perdita:
She's a devil! A witch! Oh, what'll we do?
Pongo:
We have to get back to London somehow.
Patch:
What about the others? What'll they do?
Pongo:
Perdy, we'll take them home with us. All of them.
[the puppies start wagging their tails]
Pongo:
Our pets would never turn them out.
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