(While talking to her art appraiser)
Cruella: 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.
Spot: Dear Lucky, I know it must be complicated for a mere puppy to understand the complex in the life of an artiste, but for the first time in my life, I feel appreciated. I feel needed...
Cadpig: I feel nauseous!
Lucky: Where's Pug?
Rolly: I can still smell him... he's gotta be really close.
Lucky: We're safe.
Cadpig: Interesting word choice. I would have gone with 'about to die'.
Pug: Fall in!
(Pug falls into a hole)
Spot: Hey, isn't that what *we're* supposed to do?
Pug: Duck!
Spot: Duck? What is it with you guys and poultry?
Rolly: Let's face it guys. I'm just no good at this stuff.
Cadpig: Oh, come on, Rolly! Think positively!
Rolly: Okay, I'm positive I'm no good.
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