I've got no time to argue. I tell you, it's got to be done tonight! Do you understand?...

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.