Seargent Tibs Quotes in 101 Dalmatians (1961)

Pongo: What? 99? Where did they all come from?

Perdita: What on earth would she want with so many?

Spotty: She's gonna make coats out of us!

Perdita: She couldn't!

Seargent Tibs: That's right. Dog skinned coats.

Colonel: Oh, dog skinned coats. Oh, come now, Tibs!

Seargent Tibs: But it's true, sir.

Patch: Horace and Jasper are going to pop us off and skin us!

Perdita: She's a devil! A witch! Oh, what'll we do?

Pongo: We have to get back to London somehow.

Patch: What about the others? What'll they do?

Pongo: Perdy, we'll take them home with us. All of them.

[the puppies start wagging their tails]

Pongo: Our pets would never turn them out.

Colonel: [decoding the Twilight Bark] One long howl... two short... one yip and a woof.

Seargent Tibs: Two yips, sir.

Captain: What's the word, Colonel?

Colonel: It's from London.

Seargent Tibs: Then it must be important!

Colonel: Yes, yes, well I'll get the rest of it.

[barks, listens]

Colonel: Sounds like a number! Three fives are thirteen...

Seargent Tibs: Uh, that's fifteen, sir.

Colonel: Fifteen, of course fifteen!

[listens again]

Colonel: Yes, dot, spot, spotted puddings... poodles... no, puddles.

Captain: [confused] Puddles, sir?

Colonel: Fifteen spotted puddles stolen? Oh, balderdash!

Seargent Tibs: Yes, sir. Righto, sir. Right away, sir!

Colonel: They say the ol' place is haunted or bewitched or some such fiddle faddle.

Seargent Tibs: Fiddle faddle and rot, sir.

Colonel: Just the same, Sergeant, use extreme caution. No telling what sort of hocus pocus you might run into.

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.

[the Colonel and Seargent Tibs are still waiting for Pongo and Perdita]

Captain: Any news, Colonel?

Colonel: No. Not a blasted thing. They're lost or captured, or something or other. Who knows what?

Seargent Tibs: Colonel, here comes a car!

Colonel: Oh, come now, Tibs! Don't be ridiculous! They wouldn't be driving.

Pongo: Thank you, Seargent, Colonel, Captain.

Perdita: Bless you all.

Pongo: How can we ever repay you?

Colonel: Oh, nothing at all. All in the line of duty.

Seargent Tibs: That's right, sir. Routine.

[as Tibs and the puppies are chased by the Baduns]

Colonel: Sergeant? I say, sergeant!

Seargent Tibs: [stops and salutes] Sorry sir, no time to explain, busy sir!

[resumes running]