:41:00
Get out! You are unfýt
to look upon this goddess of fashion!
:41:05
Out! Out!
:41:08
[Sighs]
:41:10
Cruella De Vil...
:41:13
my idol, my inspiration,
at my show.
:41:23
I am so sorry
for the demonstrators.
:41:26
Demonstrators?
I thought they were critics.
:41:30
[Knock At Door]
:41:34
Go away!
:41:39
Jean-Pierre...
:41:41
you've come such a long way
from poaching weasels.
:41:47
And you,
out of prison at last.
:41:49
- [Knock On Door]
- [Glass Shatters]
:41:52
Yes.
Terrible experience, prison.
:41:57
Who are you, little man?
And what are you doing in my trailer?
:42:01
- You shouldn't have brought them
in here, you idiot!
- But I...
:42:05
- He's with you!
- Aah!
:42:07
[Dog Whimpering]
:42:11
- What is this?
- Your salvation, Jean-Pierre.
:42:15
Monsieur LePelt
has clearly run out of ideas.
:42:19
I propose...
:42:23
an alliance...
:42:26
- Mmm?
- Between Monsieur LePelt...
:42:28
and the house of De Vil.
:42:31
- You have an idea in the bag?
- Oh, Jean-Pierre.
:42:36
Together, you and I
will make a coat...
:42:41
so soft, so luxurious,
so practical in any weather...
:42:45
so bad that we'll rip the veils
off the eyes of fashion...
:42:50
and write our names
in the pantheon of stars.
:42:54
Of course.
From "poopies."
:42:58
Ah, not just any "poopies."