101 Dalmatians Page #2

- Go fetch the ball.

Go on.

[ Huffing ]

[ Barking ]

[ Barking ]

Hello.

Who are you?

- [ Yelping ]

- Huh?

Hmm!

[ Squishing Sound ]

[ Panting ]

- [ Growling ]

- Aaah!

l got you.

Very smart.

Very funny.

- Everybody had a good laugh.

- Let go of that dog!

- Stay outta this, lady.

- Stop it, or l'll-- l'll hit you!

Today is not a good day

to threaten me, Ma'am.

l don't care if it's a good day

or a bad day, l'll hit you nonetheless!

- Whatever.

- Okay, l gave you

a good and proper warning.

Look, l've had--

[ Sighing ]

Now, release my dog...

or l'll hit you again!

Your dog?

Yes, that is my dog.

Will you let her go?

[ Whining ]

Excuse me.

[ Groaning ]

- He's a she.

- Mm-hmm.

- [ Whining ]

- [ Sighing ]

[ Growling ]

- Hello, Pongo.

- [ Whining ]

l, uh, beg your pardon, Ma'am.

l'm sorry. My mistake.

- What do you got in that

purse of yours? Rocks?

- Oh, no.

Bricks. l've been

paving my garden...

and every time l see a discarded brick,

l just pick it up.

- How many did you find today?

- Uh, three.

- Three? Oh, well,

that's what l would've guessed.

- Hmm.

- Why are you all wet?

- l went swimming in the pond.

- Oh, you shouldn't have.

The water's filthy.

- Mm-hmm.

Yes, and it

tastes like fish.

And, um, you've lost a shoe.

Did you know that?

Yes, l did.

As a matter of fact, l did.

- l noticed it running down

the gravelled path.

- Oh, l'm ever so sorry.

l mean, you know,

l thought if you were silly enough

to go swimming in a dirty pond...

you'd be silly enough

not to realize you'd lost a shoe.

Actually, l crashed

my bicycle in the pond.

And the only part of my body

that wasn't injured was my head.

But now, thanks to you, l got

the complete set of bodily injuries.

- [ Chuckling ]

- [ Laughing ]

- Well, it was nice being

assaulted by you, Ms.--

- Oh, my name's Anita.

- Anita?

- And yours is Roger.

- Um, l read it on

your dog's identification tag.

- Oh. Oh, yes.

Well, nice meeting you.

l hope l didn't alarm you.

Oh, no, that's fine since--

Well, we both seem to have

a certain fondness for dalmatians.

- Yes.

- [ Barking ]

- [ Whining ]

- [ Growling ]

Well, they certainly have...

- a certain fondness

for each other, don't they?

- Yeah.

[ Whimpering ]

Well, Pongo...

your roving eye's gotten me

in enough trouble for one day.

Why don't you come with me

and we'll go home?

Um, are you sure you'll be all right?

Perhaps you should call your doctor.

l'll be fine, fine. Just--

Good luck with your bricks.

lf you have a concussion,

you shouldn't be left alone, you know.

- Pongo, you could've gotten me killed,

you know that?

- [ Whimpering ]

You risk losing your master

for a brief frolic with a female?

- [ Barking ]

- [ Barking ]

Come on.

- Jolly nice human, don't you think?

- [ Barking ]

Fools aren't born, Pongo. Pretty girls

make them in their spare time.

[ Barking ]

Shall we?

Come on.

Excuse me.

l'm sorry. Thank you.

[ Band ]

[ Barking ]

[ Barking ]

You have it all wrong, Pongo. l'm simply

trying to decide on a route home.

lt has nothing whatsoever

to do with Anita...

if that's even what her name is.

- [ Sighing ]

- [ Whimpering ]

- [ Barking ]

- [ Gasping ] Perdy!

What is it?

Oh!

Pongo! Pongo!

Easy! Easy! Easy!

Oh! Oh!

Perdy!

- Stop! Look out!

- [ Shouting ]

Perdy, stop!

Perdy!

- Aaah!

- Look out!

Aaah!

Oh! Ah!

[ Fire Crackling ]

[ Anita ] Oh, l've never

been rescued before.

lt was very exciting. You were

ever so sweet to give me a kiss.

[ Roger ] That wasn't a kiss.

That was mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

- Oh.

- Besides, it--

it didn't work very well.

You're supposed to lie

flat on your back and remain still.

l couldn't really do it properly

with your arms around my neck.

- l'm ever so sorry.

- No, no, no, that's quite all right.

Ahhh. Well, you give

a very good rescue.

Thank you.

Oh.

Hmm.

l think we have a problem.

- l think my dog is in love.

- [ Chuckling ]

- [ Whimpering ]

- [ Anita ] l think mine is, too.

Why is that a problem?

They're going to be brokenhearted

when you leave.

[ Whining ]

Oh, l don't think l could bear to live

with a brokenhearted dalmatian.

Yes, they're miserable

when they're lonely.

- Well, we'd better think of something.

- l agree.

- Do you want another cup of marriage?

- Excuse me?

Tea?

Another cup of tea?

- You said ''marriage.''

- Uh, marriage?

Yes, that's what you said.

l-- l mean, you meant to say ''tea''...

but it--

it came out ''marriage.''

Oh, l'm sorry.

Uh--

Do you want

another cup of... tea?

l do.

You-- You do?

l will.

You will?

lf you ask me.

Would you?

Yes.

[ Minister ] For as much

as Roger and Anita...

have consented together

in holy wedlock...

and have witnessed the same

before God and this company...

and thereto have given and pledged

their troth either to other...

and declared the same...

by the giving

and receiving of a ring...

and by joining of hands...

l pronounce that they be

man and wife together.

ln the name

of the Father...

and of the Son

and of the Holy Ghost.

- Amen.

- [ Congregation ] Amen.

God the Father,

God the Son...

God the Holy Ghost...

bless, preserve and keep you.

The Lord, mercifully with

his favor, look upon you...

and so fill you with all

spiritual benediction and grace...

that ye may so live

together in this life...

and in the world to come.

And may you have

life everlasting.

- Amen.

- [ Congregation ] Amen.

[ Barking ]

[ Church Bells Chiming ]

[ Chiming Continues ]

[ Horns Honking ]

[ Brakes Squealing ]

[ Engine Sputtering ]

Right. Now let me tell you a bit about

this bloke Skinner before we meet him.

Now supposedly,

when he was quite young...

this dog tore open

his throat...

and ripped out

his vocal cords...

leaving him brutally scarred

and completely mute.

- He cannot talk at all.

- [ Knocking ]

Now pay atten--

Look at me. Pay attention.

This is very important. There are

two things you must not do with Skinner.

Right? One:

Do not look at

the horrendous scar on his neck.

Two:

Don't talk to him.

- Understand? Not a word.

- Right.

[ Hinges Creaking ]

Aaah!

Look at the size

of that scar!

No bloody wonder

you can't talk, mate!

[ Wheezing ]

Excuse me just a minute, would you?

[ Punching Sound, Falling Sound ]

Gol. Bloody gruesome line

of work you're in, Skinner.

The sight of all these deceased

creatures gives me a shrinky winky.

[ Clearing Throat ]

Much obliged, sunshine.

[ Engine Droning ]

[ Wind Howling ]

How could she do this to me?

[ Muttering ]

- Morning, Ma'am.

- Sit!

- Tea?

- Uh, please.

- Uh, please.

- [ Muttering ]

[ Muttering ]

[ Tea Set Clattering ]

Thank you.

Thank you.

Ooh, oh, what

a beautiful day, Ma'am.

Blue skies,

birds singing...

the laughter of school children

riding on the gentle breeze--

Get on with it,

you imbecile!

[ Clearing Throat ]

Well, l, uh--

l have here a present

from Mr. Skinner.

[ Gasping ]

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