a good day
to threaten me, ma'am.
I don't care if it's a good day
or a bad day. I'll hit you nonetheless!
-Whatever.
-Okay, I gave you a good proper warning.
Look, I've had--
Now, release my dog
or I'll hit you again.
- Your dog?
- Yes, that is my dog.
Will you let her go?
Excuse me.
He's a she.
Hello, Pongo.
I, uh, beg your pardon, ma'am.
I'm sorry. My mistake.
- What do you got
in that purse of yours, rocks?
- Oh, no. Bricks.
I've been paving my garden
and every time I see a discarded brick,
I just pick it up.
- Yeah? How many did you find today?
- Uh, three.
Three. Oh, well,
that's what I would have guessed.
Why are you all wet?
- I went swimming in the pond.
- Oh, you shouldn't have.
The water's filthy.
Yes. And it tastes like fish.
And, um, you've lost a shoe.
Did you know that?
Yes, I did. As a matter of fact,
I did. I noticed it running down
the gravelled path.
Oh, I'm ever so sorry.
I mean-- You know, I thought
if you were silly enough...
to go swimming in a dirty pond,
you'd be silly enough not
to realize you'd lost a shoe.
Actually, I crashed
my bicycle in the pond.
And the only part of my body
that wasn't injured was my head.
But now, thanks to you, I got the
complete set of bodily injuries. So--
Well, it was nice being
assaulted by you, Ms--
- Oh, my name's Anita,
and-and yours is Roger.
- Anita.
Um, l-l read it on
your dog's identification tag.
Oh. Oh, yes, well--
Nice meeting you.
I hope I didn't alarm you.
Oh, no, that's fine, since--
Well, we both seem to have...
a certain fondness
for Dalmatians.
Yes.
Well, they certainly have a certain
fondness for each other, don't they?
Yeah.
Well, Pongo...
your roving eye has gotten me
in enough trouble for one day.
Why don't you come with me?
We'll go home.
Um, are you sure you'll be all right?
Perhaps you should call your doctor.
I'll be fine, fine. Just--
Good luck with your bricks.
If you have a concussion, you shouldn't
be left alone, you know.
Pongo, you could've gotten me killed,
you know that?
You risk losing your master
for a brief frolic with a female?
Come on.
Jolly nice human,
don't you think?
Fools aren't born, Pongo. Pretty girls
make them in their spare time.
Shall we? Come on.
Excuse me, people.
I'm sorry. Thank you.
You have it all wrong, Pongo. I'm simply
trying to decide on a route home.
It has nothing whatsoever to do with
Anita, if that's even what her name is.
Perdy! What is it?
Pongo! Pongo!
Easy, easy, easy.
Perdy!
Stop! Look out!
Perdy, stop!
Perdy!
Look out!
I've never been rescued before.
It was very exciting.
You were ever so sweet
to give me a kiss.
That wasn't a kiss.
That was mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
- Oh.
- Besides, it didn't work very well.
You're supposed to lie flat
on your back and remain still.
I couldn't really do it properly
with your arms around my neck.
- I'm ever so sorry.
- No, no, no. That's quite all right.
Well, you give
a very good rescue.
Thank you.
Oh.
I think we have a problem.
I think my dog is in love.
I think mine is too.
Why is that a problem?
They're going to be
broken-hearted when you leave.
Oh. Oh, I don't think I could bear
to live with a broken-hearted Dalmatian.
Yes, they're miserable
when they're lonely.
- Well, we better think of something.
- I agree.
- Do you want another cup of marriage?
- Excuse me?
Tea? Another cup of tea?
- You said marriage.
- Uh, marriage?
Yes, that's what you said.
I-l mean you meant to say "tea"
but it-it came out marriage.
Oh, I'm sorry. Uh--
Do you want another cup of tea?
I do.
You-You do?
I will.
You will?
If you ask me.
Would you--
Yes.
For inasmuch as Roger and Anita...
have consented together
in holy wedlock...
and witnessed the same
before God and this company...
and thereto have given and pledged
their troth either to other...
and have declared the same
by giving and receiving of a ring...
by joining of hands...
I