Cruella De Vil:
I've got no time to argue. I tell you, it's got to be done tonight!
[Turns off television set]
Cruella De Vil:
Do you understand? Tonight!
Horace:
But they ain't big enough.
Jasper:
You couldn't get half a dozen coats out of the whole kaboodle.
Seargent Tibs:
[whispering]
Coats? Dog skin coats?
Cruella De Vil:
Then we'll settle for half a dozen!
Jasper:
[Jasper coughs]
Cruella De Vil:
We can't wait! The police are everywhere. I want the job done tonight!
Horace:
How're 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:
Not a drop.
Horace:
And no ether, either.
Jasper:
[Hits Horace over the head with bottle]
Jasper:
Either!
Cruella De Vil:
I don't care how you kill the little beasts, but do it, and do it now!
Jasper:
Aw, please, miss. Have pity, will you? Can't we see the rest of the show first?
Horace:
We want to see "What's My Crime?"
[Cruella takes Jasper's bottle causing him to cough and throws it into the fireplace, where it explodes; she slaps both of them in the face]
Cruella De Vil:
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?
Seargent Tibs:
[She slams the door behind her; a piece of plaster falls off the ceiling and on Horace's head]
Horace:
I think she means it, Jasper.
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