Cruella De Vil: My faith in your limited intelligence is momentarily restored.
Horace: You know, this house is creepy. I'm starving hungry, and so far we haven't been paid one bloody quid.
Jasper: Oh, will you stop moaning?
Cruella De Vil: And you must be Rufus.
Roger: Do you want another cup of marriage, uh, tea?
Cruella De Vil: I live for fur, I worship fur. After all, is there a woman in all this wretched world who doesn't?
Frederick: I thought we liked stripes this year.
Cruella De Vil: What kind of sycophant are you?
Frederick: Uh, what kind of sycophant would you like me to be?
Answer: It was typical for marriages to be announced in the print newspapers, just like births and deaths. They are public notices.
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