Match the words to the sentences
fifteen, pen, puppies, spots, stormy |
Pongo: Perdy?
Anita: That witch. That devil woman. She wants our puppies. That's all she's after.
Pongo: Oh don't worry, Perdy. They're on to her. Nothing's going to happen to our puppies.
Perdita: But what does she want with them? She can't possibly love them. Oh, Pongo. I was so happy at first, but now I...Oh, I...I wish we weren't having any.
Pongo: Poor Perdita. Of course, she had no choice. The puppies arrived right on schedule one wild and (1)____________ night in October.
Roger: Whoo-oooh! Steady, boy.
Nanny: The puppies are here! Oh the puppies are here!
Roger: How-how-how-how many?
Nanny: Eight.
Roger: Eight? By George, Pongo! Eight puppies.
Nanny: Ten.
Anita: Eleven.
Nanny: Eleven.
Roger: Eleven? Eleven puppies, Pongo boy!
Nanny: Wait a minute now, wait a minute. Thirteen! No, no, no. Fourteen. Ooh, Fifteen!
Roger: Fifteen?
Nanny: And the mother's doing fine, love. Oh-ho, you ducky thing, you.
Roger: Fifteen puppies? Why, Pongo boy, that's marvelous! It's fabulous! Why, you old rascal!
Nanny: Fourteen. Just fourteen. We lost one. Oh, poor little thing.
Roger: Oh, Pongo, boy. It's just one of those things. And yet… And yet I wonder. Look, Pongo. Anita! Nanny. Fifteen! We still have (2)____________!
Anita: Oh, Roger, he's all right! Thank heaven.
Roger: See? He's just as good as new.
Anita: Can you imagine, Rodge, fifteen puppies!
Cruella De Vil: Fifteen. Fifteen puppies! How marvelous. How marvelous, how perfectly—ugh! Oh, the devil take it. They're mongrels. No spots! No (3)____________ at all. What a horrid little white rat. Ugh!
Nanny: They're not mongrels! They'll get their spots. Just wait and see.
Anita: That's right, Cruella. They'll have their spots in a few weeks.
Cruella De Vil: Oh, well, in that case I'll take them all. The whole litter. Just name your price, dear.
Anita: I'm afraid we can't give them up. Poor Perdita, she'd be heartbroken.
Cruella De Vil: Anita, don't be ridiculous. You can't possibly afford to keep them. You can scarcely feed yourselves.
Anita: Oh, well I'm sure we'll get along.
Cruella De Vil: Yes, I know. I know! Roger's hahaha…Roger’s songs! Ahahahahahahahahahaha ahahahah ha…Oh now, really, enough of this nonsense. I'll pay you twice what they're worth. Come now, I'm being more than generous. Blast this (4)____________. Blast this wretched, wretched pen. Ah! When can the puppies leave their mother? Two weeks? Three weeks?
Roger: Never.
Cruella De Vil: What?
Roger: We're-we’re-we’re not-not se-selling the-the puppies. Not-not-not a-a si-single one. Do you understand?
Cruella De Vil: Why Anita, is he serious? I…I really don't know Roger.
Anita: Well Cruella, he seems to...
Cruella De Vil: Oh surely he must be joking!
Roger: No, no, no. No I-I-I mean it. You're-you’re not getting one. Not-not-not one. And-and-and that's-that’s… final.
Cruella De Vil: Why, you horrid man! You... You…All right, keep the little beasts for all I care. Do as you like with them. Drown them! But I warn you, Anita, we’re through. I'm through with all of you! I'll get even. Just wait. You'll be sorry, you fools! You… You idiots!
Anita: Oh, Roger! You were magnificent, darling.
Nanny: Oh, he was a blooming hero Ma’am! Indeed he was. A blooming hero!
Pongo: Perdy? Perdy darling. Perdy, we’re keeping the (5)____________. Every single one of them. My old pet Roger, he told that devil woman off. He told her off, Perdy. She’s gone. Darling, she’s gone for good.
Perdita: Oh, Pongo. Hmmm.
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Answers:
Pongo: Perdy?
Anita: That witch. That devil woman. She wants our puppies. That's all she's after.
Pongo: Oh don't worry, Perdy. They're on to her. Nothing's going to happen to our puppies.
Perdita: But what does she want with them? She can't possibly love them. Oh, Pongo. I was so happy at first, but now I...Oh, I...I wish we weren't having any.
Pongo: Poor Perdita. Of course, she had no choice. The puppies arrived right on schedule one wild and (1)stormy night in October.
Roger: Whoo-oooh! Steady, boy.
Nanny: The puppies are here! Oh the puppies are here!
Roger: How-how-how-how many?
Nanny: Eight.
Roger: Eight? By George, Pongo! Eight puppies.
Nanny: Ten.
Anita: Eleven.
Nanny: Eleven.
Roger: Eleven? Eleven puppies, Pongo boy!
Nanny: Wait a minute now, wait a minute. Thirteen! No, no, no. Fourteen. Ooh, Fifteen!
Roger: Fifteen?
Nanny: And the mother's doing fine, love. Oh-ho, you ducky thing, you.
Roger: Fifteen puppies? Why, Pongo boy, that's marvelous! It's fabulous! Why, you old rascal!
Nanny: Fourteen. Just fourteen. We lost one. Oh, poor little thing.
Roger: Oh, Pongo, boy. It's just one of those things. And yet… And yet I wonder. Look, Pongo. Anita! Nanny. Fifteen! We still have (2)fifteen!
Anita: Oh, Roger, he's all right! Thank heaven.
Roger: See? He's just as good as new.
Anita: Can you imagine, Rodge, fifteen puppies!
Cruella De Vil: Fifteen. Fifteen puppies! How marvelous. How marvelous, how perfectly—ugh! Oh, the devil take it. They're mongrels. No spots! No (3)spots at all. What a horrid little white rat. Ugh!
Nanny: They're not mongrels! They'll get their spots. Just wait and see.
Anita: That's right, Cruella. They'll have their spots in a few weeks.
Cruella De Vil: Oh, well, in that case I'll take them all. The whole litter. Just name your price, dear.
Anita: I'm afraid we can't give them up. Poor Perdita, she'd be heartbroken.
Cruella De Vil: Anita, don't be ridiculous. You can't possibly afford to keep them. You can scarcely feed yourselves.
Anita: Oh, well I'm sure we'll get along.
Cruella De Vil: Yes, I know. I know! Roger's hahaha…Roger’s songs! Ahahahahahahahahahaha ahahahah ha…Oh now, really, enough of this nonsense. I'll pay you twice what they're worth. Come now, I'm being more than generous. Blast this (4)pen. Blast this wretched, wretched pen. Ah! When can the puppies leave their mother? Two weeks? Three weeks?
Roger: Never.
Cruella De Vil: What?
Roger: We're-we’re-we’re not-not se-selling the-the puppies. Not-not-not a-a si-single one. Do you understand?
Cruella De Vil: Why Anita, is he serious? I…I really don't know Roger.
Anita: Well Cruella, he seems to...
Cruella De Vil: Oh surely he must be joking!
Roger: No, no, no. No I-I-I mean it. You're-you’re not getting one. Not-not-not one. And-and-and that's-that’s… final.
Cruella De Vil: Why, you horrid man! You... You…All right, keep the little beasts for all I care. Do as you like with them. Drown them! But I warn you, Anita, we’re through. I'm through with all of you! I'll get even. Just wait. You'll be sorry, you fools! You… You idiots!
Anita: Oh, Roger! You were magnificent, darling.
Nanny: Oh, he was a blooming hero Ma’am! Indeed he was. A blooming hero!
Pongo: Perdy? Perdy darling. Perdy, we’re keeping the (5)puppies. Every single one of them. My old pet Roger, he told that devil woman off. He told her off, Perdy. She’s gone. Darling, she’s gone for good.
Perdita: Oh, Pongo. Hmmm.