101 Dalmatians: The Series (1997–1998)
Jasper: What do we do now, Ms. De Vil?
Cruella de Vil: We steal it.
Horace: But isn't that stealing?
Cruella de Vil: Nothing gets past you, does it?
Lucy: My Hiccup Hole is in beautiful condition. No more pollution...
[the pups splash in]
Lucy: ... except for the spotted variety.
Cruella de Vil: You are such a dear to appraise my new painting. I'm sure it's worth a fortune, it is, after all, a portrait of me.
Cruella de Vil: Do you know what this means?
Horace: Balloons and ice cream and cute little happy puppies.
Cruella de Vil: Jasper, Horace! You're going to the Grutely Dog Show.
Jasper: But, Horace isn't housebroken yet.
Horace: I prefer to say that I'm bladder challenged.
Jasper: I told Horace not to turn on the vacuum until we attached the bag.
Horace: How could I hear you with the vacuum on?
Jasper: You idiot.
Lucky: You guys could help me, you know!
Cadpig: I thought this was supposed to be some Iron John macho thing. All you had to do was ask.
Lt. Pug: I'm trapped... like a... bull dog under a grocery cart!
Cadpig: Poor Pug. He's metaphorically challenged.
Rolly: But I don't know if I can be strong.
Lucky: You can do it, Rolly. Your friends are here to lend you emotional support and to truss you up like a holiday turkey.
Lucky: Can't we watch something besides the gravy channel?
Rolly: It's my turn to watch what I want - "Giblets: The Movie".
Lucky: Well, Cadpig, it's the start of a whole new life.
Cadpig: Lucky, I'm conflicted. I can't tell if I'm suffering from abandonment issues or separation anxiety.
[her stomach makes weird noises]
Cadpig: ... or gas.
Lucky: Man, that's got "thrill ride" written all over it! You guys should check this out!
Roger Dearly: Hey, look, Lucky wants to go. Take him instead of me, Cruella will never know the difference.
Cruella de Vil: My cook quit again this morning, I'd like to borrow Ninny to prepare brunch.
Nanny: It's Nanny!
Cruella de Vil: No one cares, dear.
Cadpig: Don't toy with my emotions. I'm fragile... and so are you!
Cadpig: I admire your proactive spirit, Lucky, but if this goes wrong, you're taking the fall.
Lt. Pug: Come on, come on, cadet! Move your spotty chicken behind and cross that road!
Lt. Pug: If I wore boots, I'd have four good reasons why!
Spot: Sorry, sir, but I can't cross the road without a reason why. It's a chicken thing.
Roger Dearly: Oh no! It's Cruella! She's here! I'm seeing spots before my eyes!
Anita Dearly: Roger, don't quit your day job.