Pongo: Perdy? We need to get these little nippers off to bed if we're going for a w-a-l-k.
Freckles: We wanna go too, Mother.
Wizzer: Can we, mother? Can we?
Salter: We never get to go.
Perdita: Come along, children. Bedtime.
Patch: But we're not a...
[yawns]
Patch: ... bit sleepy. We wanna go for a walk in the park.
Wizzer: Dad, can we?
Pongo: Better do what your mother says.

Pongo: Perdy... I'm afraid it's all up to us.
Perdita: Oh, Pongo. Isn't there any hope?
Pongo: Well, yes. There's the twilight bark.
Perdita: The twilight bark? But dear, that's only a gossip chain.
Pongo: Darling, it's the very fastest way to send news. And if our puppies are anywhere in the city, the London dogs will know. Now we'll send the word tonight when our pets take us for a walk in the park.

Pongo: That's the stuff! The blacker the better!

[Cruella is reading the newspapers headlining the capture of the Dalmatian puppies]
Cruella De Vil: [reads one headline] "Dognapping!" Tsk, tsk, tsk. Can you imagine such a thing?
[reads another headline]
Cruella De Vil: "Fifteen Puppies Stolen". They are darling little things.
[she looks at the photos in the papers of the Radcliffs and their Dalmatians]
Cruella De Vil: Anita.
[Cruella laughs]
Cruella De Vil: And her bashful Beethoven, pipe and all! Oh, Roger, you are a fool!

[first lines]
Pongo: My story begins in London, not so very long ago. And yet so much has happened since then, that it seems more like an eternity.

[Pongo sees Perdita for the very first time]
Pongo: Well, now that's a bit more like it! The most beautiful creature on four legs! Oh, now, if only the girl...
[looks at Anita]
Pongo: Well! She's very lovely too. It was almost too good to be true. I'd never find another pair like that, not if I looked for a hundred years.