One Hundred and One Dalmatians1961

[An angry Cruella catches Jasper and Horace watching television]

Cruella:
I've got no time to argue. I tell you it's got to be done tonight. [switches off the TV] 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.

Tibbs:
[spying] Coats?! Dog-skin coats?

Cruella:
[breathes smoke at Jasper's face, and he coughs] Then we'll settle for half a dozen! We can't wait. The police are everywhere! I want the job done tonight!

Horace:
How are we gonna do it?

Cruella:
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:
[bonks Horace on the head with his wine-bottle] "Eye-ther"!

Cruella:
I don't care how you kill the little beasts, but DO IT! AND DO IT NOW!

Jasper:
Aw, please, miss. Now have pity, will ya? Can't we see the rest of the show first?

Horace:
We want to see "What's My Crime?"

[Jasper starts to drink from his bottle, but Cruella snatches it and throws it into the fireplace, where the ignited alcohol causes an explosion. The frightened puppies hide behind the furniture, and Cruella slaps both Jasper and Horace in the face.]

Cruella:
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?!

[She slams the door behind her, causing a chunk of the ceiling to come loose and fall on Horace's head.]

Horace:
I think she means it, Jasper.

Jasper:
Ah... we'll get on with it as soon as the show's over. [switches the TV back on]