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Quotes from Stuart Little 2

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    • Snowbell: I wish I were the one that was dead!
    • Margalo: Really?
    • Snowbell: No. But I'm feeling very unhappy!
    • Snowbell: What's wrong with giving up?... and just think of the time you save!
    • [Monty is looking in a trash can]
    • Monty: Oh, can't I get any food in this city?
    • [Falcon falls out of the sky and lands in the trash can. Monty looks up at the sky]
    • Monty: Thank you.
    • Falcon: Don't ever make a friend I can eat.
    • Snowbell: Margalo? Where are you?
    • [from inside a paint can where Falcon has her imprisoned]
    • Margalo: In the can!
    • Snowbell: Oh, OK. I'll wait.
    • Fredrick Little: Now, now. If there's a problem I simply pull on this string...
    • [he does and it breaks]
    • Fredrick Little: Well, now you can be upset.
    • Mrs. Little: Did you hear that! She said "Bla Bla"!
    • [Falcon has picked up Stuart and is going to drop him]
    • Margalo: Don't hurt him, Falcon!
    • Falcon: I won't hurt him. The sidewalk will!
    • Stuart Little: Don't worry about Snowbell. He wouldn't hurt a fly.
    • [Outside, Snowbell catches a fly, eats it]
    • [burps]
    • Snowbell: Oh, those flies really come back on ya!
    • [Snowball hissing at Margalo, starts coughing]
    • Snowbell: Oh, oh! Hairball! Major hairball! And yet we continue to lick ourselves. Unbelievable!
    • [trying to get the Littles' attention]
    • Snowbell: Ho little, hoo wittle, hey wattle...
    • [when asked to clean up Martha's spilled oatmeal]
    • Snowbell: Oh, great, it's glop. Look what I'm reduced to. I'm a Handi-Wipe with hair.
    • Margalo: I'm leaving you, forever.
    • Falcon: And what do you think you will be without me?
    • Margalo: Free.
    • Falcon: I'll be back for you, furball.
    • Snowbell: Don't hurry.
    • Falcon: You should have stayed in your little hole, mouse-boy.
    • Falcon: The party's over, furface.
    • [Falcon goes into an attack dive]
    • [the falcon dives up to behind Margalo, and stomps his feet loud enough while landing at her to startle her]
    • Falcon: Remember me?
    • Margalo: You scared me.
    • Falcon: What can I say? I'm a scary guy.
    • [looking down on New York City, while climbing very high; and thinking about the mean falcon at the same time]
    • Snowbell: I hope I live to regret this.
    • Stuart Little: Little high, little low!
    • [from a distance]
    • Mrs. Little: Little hey, little hoe.
    • Margalo: What the heck was that?
    • Stuart Little: Oh, that's just how we greet each other.
    • Margalo: Interesting.
    • Snowbell: Nauseating is more like it.
    • [Will discovers that George is in trouble with Mrs. Little]
    • Will: What are you going to do now?
    • George Little: Which way's Canada?
    • George Little: Dad?
    • Fredrick Little: What?
    • George Little: Am I in trouble?
    • Fredrick Little: No, son. You're in BIG trouble.
    • [George frowns when he hears this]
    • [after Margalo disappears]
    • Stuart Little: She's in terrible trouble, and I have to help her. I mean, what am I, a man or a
    • [pause]
    • Stuart Little: mouse?
    • Snowbell: Uh... is that a trick question?
    • [answering the phone]
    • George Little: Stuart!
    • [very fast]
    • George Little: Stuart, where are you? How are you? Are you all right? Did you find her? How's Snowbell? When are you coming home? Mom and Dad are asking alotta questions.
    • Stuart Little: So are you.
    • [using a pay phone]
    • Stuart Little: Snowbell, I need more change.
    • Snowbell: What do I look like, a fanny pack?
    • Snowbell: I'm telling ya', Stuart, if more people gave up, there'd be fewer wars.
    • [after Stuart wakes him up]
    • Snowbell: This better be important.
    • Stuart Little: Margalo's still missing.
    • Snowbell: I should have been more specific. I meant important to me.
    • Stuart Little: There is no silver lining!
    • [the Littles have just discovered Stuart's red roadster stripped]
    • Mrs. Little: Who would do such a thing?
    • Fredrick Little: Tiny little vandals!
    • Margalo: You're as big as you feel.
    • [Stuart's car has broken down]
    • Snowbell: This is a sign, like the burning bush, except this a carburetor and I'm not Moses
    • Fredrick Little: Stuart?
    • Stuart Little: Yeah, Dad?
    • Fredrick Little: What's the silver lining this time?
    • Stuart Little: She'll be back in the spring.
    • [as Stuart and Snowbell are out searching for Margalo]
    • Stuart Little: Don't worry, George is covering for us!
    • Snowbell: George? George doesn't know poop from applesauce! And I say that with a great deal of affection!
    • [to Margalo, as the Falcon is attacking the toy plane]
    • Stuart Little: If I live through this, I'm sticking to painting and dancing!
    • Stuart Little: How can you think of eating at a time like this?
    • Snowbell: Look, I'm nervous. And when I'm nervous I eat. 'Cuz I know, in my growling gut, that if anything happens to you, I'll be blamed. I'm sure the Littles already know we're gone and are planning to replace me with a hampster.
    • [as a newspaper falls on him]
    • Stuart Little: Oof, hey look! The Yankees won!
    • Snowbell: This is a sign, Stuart, like the burning bush, except its a carberator and I'm not Moses. But it's telling us something: Let your people go!
    • Stuart Little: We're not giving up!
    • Will: Wow, this is cool. All my brother does is jam crayons up his nose!
    • Snowbell: Cats don't eat raisins! We have too much class. We eat fish byproducts. Also, I... need to go tinky.
    • Stuart Little: How about the alley?
    • Snowbell: An alley? I'm a cat! We're fastidious creatures. We use a litter box. We don't just yell 'Bombs away' and go wherever we are!
    • [Margalo leaves with the other birds to migrate South]
    • Fredrick Little: What's the "silver lining" Stuart?
    • Stuart Little: She'll be back in the spring.
    • Margalo: I'll miss you Stuart.
    • [Margalo and Stuart embrace each other]
    • [first lines]
    • [Stuart takes his pajama top off and kicks it into the laundry hamper like a soccer ball]
    • Stuart Little: We're gonna play like Brazilians!
    • [George goes back to sleep, unfulfilled]
    • [as he grabs George's glasses]
    • Stuart Little: George, wake up.
    • [George is still sleeping]
    • Stuart Little: George!
    • [talking into his pillow]
    • George Little: It's Saturday.
    • Stuart Little: I know. But it's the first day of Soccer. It's our first game.
    • [wakes up and puts his glasses on]
    • George Little: Soccer? Uh... I can't today. I caught a cold while sleeping.
    • [George sneezes]
    • Stuart Little: You'll be fine. Come on, come on. It's gonna be great.
    • [at breakfast]
    • [surprised, sharing the news to the other family members]
    • Mrs. Little: Did you hear that? She said "Blah... blah"! I can't believe it! Her first word!
    • [George rolls his eyes at Stuart, as Stuart gives smile to George]
    • Mrs. Little: Where's the baby book? I'm writing it down.
    • [as he's packing food]
    • Fredrick Little: I'm not sure that's technically, you know, a word.
    • Mrs. Little: Well, of course it is. But you know, Uncle Crenshaw says that every Little starts talking by 9 months.
    • Fredrick Little: Or in Uncle Crenshaw's case, never stops.
    • Stuart Little: Are you both coming to the game?
    • Fredrick Little: Wouldn't miss it!
    • [to Mr. Little]
    • Mrs. Little: Frederick, this soccer game is making me very...
    • Fredrick Little: Proud?
    • [hands Stuart his plate]
    • Mrs. Little: Here you go.
    • Mrs. Little: Anxious... especially about...
    • [Stuart grabs some jelly from the jar and slips]
    • Stuart Little: I'm fine.
    • Fredrick Little: He's fine.
    • Mrs. Little: All those boys stomping around in cleats. What if someone...
    • [makes a smashing gesture]
    • Fredrick Little: Oh, Honey. He's a Little. All Littles are natural athletes.
    • Stuart Little: Thanks, Mom.
    • Mrs. Little: Stuart, don't forget your water bottle. George...
    • Fredrick Little: ...don't forget your cleats.
    • [to Mrs. Little]
    • Fredrick Little: My, you're looking lovely this morning.
    • [as her husband kisses her]
    • Mrs. Little: Well, some people just know how to wear oatmeal.
    • [feeding Martha]
    • Mrs. Little: OK, open up.
    • Martha Little: Blah... blah.
    • [Mr. Little is struggling to get a jar of pickles open]
    • Fredrick Little: How about it, boys? Are you ready to play some soccer?
    • Stuart Little: You bet, Dad!
    • [disgusted]
    • Snowbell: Oh, it's glop. Look what I'm reduced to. I'm a handy wipe with hair.
    • Mrs. Little: Do you need...
    • Fredrick Little: Could you?
    • [Mrs. Little pops the top off the pickle jar]
    • [Martha throws her dish on the floor]
    • [grabbing Martha from her high chair]
    • Mrs. Little: OK, that's it for you.
    • [to Snowbell]
    • Mrs. Little: Snow, food.
    • [running down the stairs]
    • Snowbell: "Food"? Is it tuna or herring? Or dare I say it, is it lox? Oh, please be lox!
    • [to Snowbell; Picks up the bowl leaving the food]
    • Mrs. Little: Snow, that's for you.
    • [as Stuart is flying]
    • Will: This is cool. All my brother does is jam crayons up his nose.
    • [Stuart has started the plane by accident; George and Will are playing a video game upstairs]
    • [Stuart pulls the break, and flies to another part of the house]
    • [to George]
    • Stuart Little: Get the book!
    • Will: This is cool. All my brother does is jam crayons up his nose.
    • [reading the instruction booklet]
    • George Little: It says here, "On takeoff, pull back on the throttle".
    • Stuart Little: "Take off"? I'm already in the air!
    • [Stuart flies over George and Will's heads]
    • Stuart Little: Snowbell, get out of the way!
    • [running]
    • Snowbell: Please don't hurt me!
    • [Mr. Little is upstairs]
    • [to George and Will]
    • Fredrick Little: What's going on?
    • Will: Hey, what's that noise?
    • Will: Oh, nothing. Stuart is just flying in the house.
    • [Mr. Little sighs, but then becomes alarmed]
    • [shouting]
    • Fredrick Little: Flying in the house?
    • George Little: At least he's indoors, nothing bad can happen.
    • Stuart Little: Watch out! Hit the dirt!
    • [Stuart flies over the boys' heads again, as Mrs. Little opens the door, holding a bouquet of flowers]
    • [as Stuart crashes into the flowers]
    • Mrs. Little: Stuart!
    • George Little: Sounds like a lawn mower.
    • Will: Inside the house?
    • [alarmed]
    • George LittleWill: Stuart!
    • [the boys rush downstairs to find the plane has started with Stuart in the cockpit]
    • George Little: Stuart, what are you doing?
    • Stuart Little: I'm not doing anything!
    • George Little: Pull the break!
    • Snowbell: Now, pay attention. What do you know about a bird called 'Falcon'?
    • Monty: Falcon? Ooh, that's a bad guy. You don't wanna fool with him.
    • Stuart Little: You know where we can find him?
    • Monty: You don't wanna find him. You don't want anything to do with him. Trust me. He'd eat you so fast, you'd be a pile of falcon poop before you could yell for help. Falcons are vicious. They grab you by the back of the neck and carry you so high you can't even see the ground, and then they drop you. And by the time you hit the pavement, they just drink what's left through a straw.
    • Stuart Little: Snowbell, are you all right?
    • Snowbell: Oh sure. In fact, I no longer need a litterbox.
    • [laughs]
    • Monty: Mop up on aisle three! Snowy!
    • [repeated line]
    • Cab Driver: Okey-dokey, no problem!
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