101 Dalmatians: The Series

Rolly: No, no, no, Spot! You're a chicken! You have to eat like a chicken! Spot: As in...eat it off the ground? Gross! Rolly: I'm going to have to agree with her here.

Spot: The Silver Egg Social? But that's for chickens! Cornelia: Exactly! And it's time you started acting like a chicken instead of some bone-digging, kibble-eating, tree-sniffing dog! Spot: But I am a dog! I'm a dog trapped in a chicken's body! Cornelia: I don't care if you're an ardvark trapped in a baboon's pinky!

Lucky: We're in. Cadpig: We're winners. Spot: We're missing somebody. Where's Rolly?

Cruella: This box has been opened. Are you shorting me again? I'll count every straw. Delivery Man: But this is for the straws you were shorted last week. Cruella: Oh, so it is. Well, don't let it happen again or it'll be the last straw.

(While picking up Spot) Jasper: Do we serve nuggets? Horace: No.

Cruella: All our designs are on sale at the concession stand. Don't be afraid to make a fashion statement, people. Boy: They're scary, like you. Cruella: I take it back. Be afraid, be very afraid.

Cadpig: Don't hold onto the past, Lucky. Let it go. Move on. Catch it on cable!

Lucky: I wish I could get my mind off Thunderbolt! I can still hear his theme music! Cadpig: Don't listen! That's just your subconscious tormenting you! Rolly: It's tormenting me too, from over there. Cadpig: What incredible kinetic power! You're throwing your subconscious!

Lucky: We've been spotted! Cadpig: We were born that way, Lucky. It's part of who we are.

Cadpig: Lucky, your obsession with Thunderbolt has caused you to lose your moral center. Lucky: But we have to sneak in. They won't sell us tickets. Cadpig: Shifting the blame to others. Good save!

Lucky: What do you want to do for fun today, Rolly? Rolly: Well, let's see, there's breakfast, brunch, lunch, afternoon snack, high tea... Lucky: There's something new.

Cruella: It's true! The camera does put on pounds!

Lucky: I'm not an animal, I'm a dalmatian!