Martha Wentworth: Nanny, Queenie, Lucy
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Quotes
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Roger : Look, Anita! Puppies everywhere!
Anita : There must be a hundred of them!
Nanny : One, two, three and four. Seven, eight, nine.
Roger : Two more. Nine plus two is eleven.
Nanny : Thirty Six over here!
Roger : Thirty Six and eleven? That's forty seven.
Anita : Fourteen. Eighteen, Rog.
Roger : Uh, eh sixty five!
Nanny : Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen!
Anita : Wait a minute, wait a minute. Six more.
Roger : Well, let's see, now. That's eighty four and fifteen plus two. A hundred and one!
Anita : A hundred and one? My, where did they all come from?
Roger : Oh ho, Pongo, you old rascal!
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Cruella : Fifteen. Fifteen puppies! How marvelous! How marvelous! How perfectly ugh! Oh, the devil take it, they're mongrels. No spots! No spots at all! What a horrid little white rat!
Nanny : They're not mongrels! They'll get their spots. Just wait and see.
Anita : That's right, Cruella. They'll have their spots in a few weeks.
Cruella : Oh, well, in that case I'll take them all. The whole litter. Just name your price, dear.
Anita : I'm afraid we can't give them up. Poor Perdita, she'd be heartbroken.
Cruella : Anita, don't be ridiculous. You can't possibly afford to keep them. You can scarcely afford to feed yourselves.
Anita : Well, I'm sure we'll get along.
Cruella : [laughing] Yes, I know! I know! Roger's.
[laughing]
Cruella : Roger's songs!
[laughs again]
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Nanny : The puppies are here! Oh, the puppies are here!
[laughs]
Roger : How many?
Nanny : Eight.
Roger : Eight?
[Pongo barks]
Roger : By George, Pongo! Eight puppies!
Nanny : Ten.
Anita : Eleven!
Nanny : Eleven!
Roger : Eleven? Eleven puppies! Pongo boy!
Nanny : Wait a minute now. Wait a minute... Thirteen! No, no, no, fourteen. Oh, fifteen!
Roger : Fifteen?
Nanny : [chuckles to Pongo] And the mother is doing fine, love.
[Pongo walks around like he's drunk]
Roger : Fifteen puppies? Why, Pongo boy, that's marvelous! It's fabulous! Why, you old rascal!
Nanny : [enters with a puppy under a blanket] Fourteen. Just fourteen. We lost one.
[hands it to Roger]
Nanny : Oh, the poor little thing.
[the room goes silent]
Roger : Oh, Pongo boy... it's just one of those things. And yet... and yet I wonder...
[Roger starts rubbing the puppy for a little while, until suddenly, it starts to move]
Roger : Look, Pongo!
[the puppy is alive]
Roger : Anita! Nanny! Fifteen! We still have fifteen!
Anita : Oh, Roger, he's all right! Thank heaven.
Roger : See? He's just as good as new!
Anita : Can you imagine, Rog? Fifteen puppies!
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Lucy : Towser, what's going on? What is it? What's all the gossip?
Towser : 'Taint no gossip, Lucy. It be all the way from London.
Lucy : You don't say!
Towser : Fifteen puppies stolen!
Lucy : There's no puppies around here, not since Nellie's last litter and they all are grown.
Towser : Well, then we'd best send the word along. It be up to me to reach the Colonel! He be the only one in barking range.
Lucy : You'll never reach him at this hour.
Towser : Well I can try! I'll bark all night if I have to.
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Anita : [as the soot covered Dalmatians barge into the Radcliffe house] Roger, what on earth?
Roger : Why, they're labradors!
Nanny : No, no! They're all covered in soot. Look, here's Lucky!
Roger : [wipes off Pongo's face] Why, Pongo Boy, is that you? Oh-ho! Pongo! Pongo! It's Pongo!
Anita : [wipes off Perdita's face] And Perdy! Oh, my darling!
Nanny : [dusts off the puppies one by one] And Patch, And Rolly, and Penny, and Freckles!
[laughs]
Nanny : They're all here, the little deadrs!
Roger : It's a miracle!
Anita : Oh Rog, what a wonderful Christmas present!
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Jasper : There's a new act just been passed in parliament. Comes under the heading of "Defence of the Realm Act", it's article 4, section 29, it's very important, you see, it's the law, and it's for your safety, ma'am.
Nanny : Well, I don't care what Parliament realm, or whatever it is, says. You're not coming in here, not with the mister and missus gone.
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Princess : Just look, Queenie. Have you ever seen so many puppies?
Queenie : Aren't they adorable!
Duchess : Perfectly darling.
Princess : The poor, little dears. They're completely worn out and half frozen!
[Pongo puts Lucky down by Perdita's feet]
Perdita : They all here, Pongo?
Pongo : Yes, dear. All 99 accounted for.
Queenie : The famous Pongos. We were so worried about you.
Collie : Been trying to reach you for hours. Afraid you'd been captured.
Queenie : How did you make it all this way? And in such dreadful weather?
Duchess : And with all those little ones.
Rolly : I'm hungry, Mother. I'm hungry.
Cadpig : I'm hungry, too.
Freckles : Mother, we're hungry.
Puppies : [chattering] We're all hungry.
Perdita : I'm sorry, children.
[Countess whispers something into Princess' ear]
Princess : Do they like warm milk? It's fresh.
Perdita : Oh.
Rolly : Where, mother? Where is it?
Freckles : Where is the milk?
Queenie : [tenderly] Come and get it, kids. It's on the house.
Perdita : This way, children. Around this way.
[Perdita leads the kids behind the dairy cows to let the kids feed on their mill]
Perdita : Now, don't crowd. You'll have to take turns.
[Rolly tries pushing through his siblings to suck on one of the cows' udders]
Perdita : Rolly, wait your turn, dear.
[Rolly gets on a stool to reach the udder but trips over]
Duchess : Don't worry, kids. There's plenty for all."
[She feels her udder being touched by one of the puppies]
Duchess : "Ooh! The little darlings.
[while the puppies feed on the cows' milk, Pongo sits aside as the Collie brings him a discarded sandwich]
Collie : Pongo, a few scraps I saved for you and the missus.
Pongo : Oh, thank you.
Collie : It's not much, but it might hold you as far as Dinsford.
Pongo : Huh? Dinsford?
Collie : Yes, there's a Labrador there. His pet is a grocer.
Pongo : [yawning] "Oh, I... I'm terribly sorry.
Collie : Oh, quite all right. Quite all right. Now, get some rest and don't worry. I'll be standing watch.
[the Collie goes outside to keep an eye out for Cruella and the Baduns. Pongo lays down to rest]
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Captain : [neighing lowly] Hmm-hmm-hmm. Hmm... sounds like old Towser. It's an alert. Sergeant!
[He speaks louder to wake up Sergeant Tibbs, a tabby cat sleeping on his back]
Captain : Sergeant Tibbs! I SAY, SERGEANT!
[He neighs loudly to wake up Tibbs]
Seargent Tibs : [screeches, then promptly salutes] Who? What? Oh, yes, Captain!
Captain : Barking signal. It's an alert. Report to the Colonel at once.
Seargent Tibs : [respectfully] Yes, sir. Righto, sir. Right away, sir!
[Tibbs hops off Captain's back and scurries along the barn rafters to find Colonel. He reaches an empty barn stall with plenty of hay scattered on the floor and looks for Colonel]
Seargent Tibs : Colonel? I say, Colonel! Colonel, sir? Colonel?
[Tibbs yelps as he is lifted on his superior's head buried inside the hay]
Seargent Tibs : Colonel?
Colonel : [waking up] What? What? Who goes there?
Seargent Tibs : Sergeant Tibbs reporting, sir.
Colonel : Tibbs? Tibbs? Oh, yes, Sergeant Tibbs!
Seargent Tibs : Colonel, sir...
Colonel : Now, look here, Tibbs. What's the idea of barging in at this hour of the night?
Seargent Tibs : But, Colonel...
Colonel : Hold on, Sergeant. You hear that? Sounds like an alert.
Seargent Tibs : [sighs] Yes, Colonel.
Colonel : Well, we'd better look into it. Come along, on the double!
Seargent Tibs : Yes, sir. Righto, sir.
[Tibbs follows Colonel to the stall next to Captain's stall, just as Captain himself hears the last of the message]
Captain : It's old Towser down at Withermarsh, sir.
Colonel : By Jove, yes! So it is. Well, I'll see what he wants. Ahem!
[barking]
Colonel : Woof, woof, woof! Woof, woof, woof!
[Back on the hill a good distance away from the farm, Towser receives the response from Colonel with Lucy holding up his left ear]
Towser : It'd be the Colonel. The old boy himself!
[chuckles]
Towser : He wants the message.
Lucy : You'd better make it loud and clear or he'll never get it.
[Towser then barks the message about the fifteen stolen puppies]
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Perdita : I don't know what we'd have done if...
Queenie : Oh, we're very honoured to be of service.
Princess : We're only sorry we can't do more.
[Pongo and Perdita are now fast asleep]
Duchess : Anyone who would think of hurting these dear, little puppies...
Queenie : Shh! Duchess!
[the puppies are now fast asleep with their parents, as a few of them try to make room for themselves]
Duchess : They're so dear.
Princess : I wish they could stay with us for always.
Queenie : Princess, shh. Quiet, everyone. Let them sleep, the poor things. They're so exhausted, and they still have such a long way to go.
