While Roger was attempting to get Lucky off of the windshield wiper, the car continues to move, despite the fact that such shouldn't be possible.
Roger mentions that he has to buy flea collars for one-hundred and one puppies, but Roger and Anita only have ninety-nine Dalmatian puppies, and Pongo and Perdita are fully grown.
When Roger sees Lucky on his windshield wipers, he says, "My wipers look like Lucky!" When he notices it's really Lucky, he says, "Hey!", but he's still smiling.
While Lucky is worrying about Roger picking Tripod over him, Rolly's ears turn black.
While the pups are watching TV, Rolly's collar is yellow.
Roger: I can't stay mad at you, Lucky. You're my favorite!
Cadpig: It's enough to make you want to toss your kibble.
Lucky: Roger only has one favorite. And we know who that is.
Cadpig: Oh, forgive me, chosen one. And if it weren't for my total commitment to world peace, I'd kick your sorry little...
(A sling of mud puts Tripod's hair into a swirl.)
Lucky: That's a good look for you.
Tripod: Careful, Lucky. You don't want to break a nail.
Cadpig: If you keep your face in the sunshine, be sure to wear sunglasses.
Rolly: I dig Go-Go!
Cadpig: I love Go-Go!
Lucky: I worship Go-Go!
Roger: With one hundred and one puppies, I can save one hundred and one dollars!
Cruella's Memo: Give up gambling. It's wrong. Especially if you lose money.