101忠狗 One Hundred and One Dalmatians(1961)【完整台词】

[Barking, howling]

Prissy, come in here!

[Barking]

[Barking]

[Yipping and howling]

[Barking]

- [Barking]

- Coco!

Be quiet now!

[Many dogs barking, howling]

[Man] Ah, shut up!

Quiet!

[Barking, howling continues]

[Man shouting] Will you be quiet!

[Distant barking]

[Barking]

[Howling]

[Barking]

[Barking]

Towser, what's going on?

What is it? What's all the gossip?

[Clears throat] 'Taint no gossip, Lucy.

It be all the way from London.

- [Gasps] You don't say!

- Fifteen puppies stolen.

There's no puppies around here,

not since Nellie's last litter.

And they're all grown up.

Well, then, we'd best

send the word along.

It be up to me to reach the Colonel!

He be the only one in barking range.

You'll never reach him

at this hour!

Well, I can try!

I'll bark all night if I have to.

Ahem!

[Barking, howling]

[Distant barking]

Hmm-hmm-hmm.

Hmm... sounds like old Towser.

It's an alert. Sergeant!

Sergeant Tibs! I say, Sergeant!

- [Neighing]

- [Screeching]

Wha...? Oh, yes, Captain!

Barking signal. It's an alert.

Report to the Colonel at once.

Yes, sir. Right-o, sir.

Right away, sir!

Colonel?

I say, Colonel! Colonel, sir? Colonel?

- Colonel?

- What? Who goes there?

Sergeant Tibs reporting, sir.

- Tibs? Tibs? Oh, yes, Sergeant Tibs!

- Colonel, sir...

Look here, Tibs. What's the idea

of barging in at this hour?

- But Colonel...

- Hold on, Sergeant.

- You hear that?

- [Howling]

- Sounds like an alert.

- Yes, Colonel.

We'd better look into it.

Come along, on the double.

Right-o, sir.

It's old Towser down

at Withermarsh, sir.

By Jove, yes! So it is. Hmm.

Well, I'll see what he wants.

Ahem!

[Barks, then howls]

[Barks, then howls]

It be the Colonel. The old boy himself!

He wants the message.

You'd better make it loud

and clear or he'll never get it.

[Barking]

One long howl, two short.

- One yip and a woof.

- Two yips, sir.

- What's the word, Colonel?

- It's from London.

Then it must be important.

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

[Clears throat]

[Barks]

[Barking]

Sounds like a number.

Three fives are 13...

[stammers] That's 15, sir.

[Barking]

Yes, dot, spot... spotted puddings...

...poodles...

No, no puddles.

Puddles, sir?

Oh, balderdash.

Better double check it, Colonel.

[Grumbling]

Oh, yes, yes, I suppose I better.

[Clears throat, barks]

[Barking]

Two woofs, one yip and a woof.

It sounds like puppies, sir.

Of course, puppies.

Colonel, Colonel, sir,

I just remembered.

Two nights past I heard puppy

barking over at Hell Hall.

You mean the old

De Vil place? [grumbles]

Nonsense, Tibs! No one's

lived there for years.

Hold on! There's smoke

coming from the chimney!

By Jove, that's strange...

strange indeed.

[Clears throat] I suppose

we'd better investigate.

I'll send word

for ol' Towser to stand by.

[Barking]

Please... stand... by.

- What's he mean by that?

- I don't know.

Oh... maybe the ol' boy's

found something!

Oh, I do hope so.

They say the ol' place is haunted

or bewitched or some such fiddle-faddle.

Fiddle-faddle and rot, sir.

[Colonel] Just the same,

use extreme caution.

No telling what sort of

hocus pocus you might run into.

[Gulps]

Blast it all, Tibs. On the double, man.

- On the double.

- Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

Psst!

- [Whispering] Rover. Spotty.

- Hmm. What?

Are you one

of the 15 stolen puppies?

No, we're not stolen.

We're bought and paid for.

There's 99 of us all together.

Ninety-nine!

How 'bout that bunch of little ones?

They have names and collars.

They're not from the pet shops.

- Fifteen of 'em.

- We never counted them.

They're over there by the TV.

- I'd better count 'em.

- Watch out for the baduns.

Baduns?

[Puppy] Those two blokes,

Horace and Jasper.

They're mean ones, they are.

Hey, look, Horace!

Watch me pot His Lordship

smack on the conk.

[Laughs]

How's that for calling 'em, eh?

[Whispering] One... two...

- three, four, five, six...

- Hey, Jasper.

Come on, now, give us a swig,

just a short one.

Now, Horace, this hogwash ain't fit

for a fancy bloke like yourself.

Besides, you'd get crumbs

in it, you cabbage head!

All right.

Guzzle the whole works. I hope

it gives you collywobbles, that's what.

Hey, Jasper. Did you...