Snowbell: Didn't your mother warn you that you shouldn't go out into Central Park at night? Smokey: My mother was the reason you shouldn't go out into Central Park at night. George Little: Maybe we should go home. Mr. Little: Why? George Little: I'm not wearing my lucky underwear. Mr. Little: You don't have lucky underwear. George Little: Well, maybe we should get some, and then come back for another race. Mrs. Keeper: Mr. and Mrs. Little, we try to discourage couples from adopting outside of their own... species. It rarely works out. Snowbell: I can't believe I'm arguing with lunch. Stuart Little: Snow, where are you going? Snowbell: Oh, I gotta yawn, stare at traffic, lick myself. And believe me, that could take hours if you do it right. Mrs. Little: Is he going to be alright? Dr. Beechwood: Well, a lad that size swallowing all that detergent. Amazingly, I think he's gonna be fine. Also, he's very clean. Snowbell: I lied, okay? Welcome to Manhattan! Monty, the Mouth: Aren't you gonna' run? Stuart Little: Why? Monty, the Mouth: 'cause you're a mouse. Stuart Little: I'm not just a mouse. I'm a member of this family. Monty, the Mouth: A mouse with a pet cat? [rolls over and laughs out loud, repeating that line over again] Stuart Little: I guess that's pretty funny! Monty, the Mouth: Pretty funny? I'm gonna wet my fur! A MOUSE WITH A PET CAT! [laughs hard more, and looks down at Snowbell, who is embarrassed]
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: Your new little master? Wait 'til the boys hear all about this! Snowbell: Ah, the humiliation! [to Stuart] Snowbell: I'm going to kill you! Snowbell: You think you could help me? Smokey: Consider it done. Snowbell: Thank-you Mister Smokey sir, how could I ever think you? Smokey: Don't worry Tinkerbell, anytime. Snowbell: Tinkerbell! Ha Ha, He called me Tinkerbell! You're a funny guy! Smokey: Yeah, whatever. HOUSE CATS, Sheesh! Race Spectator: Who is that mouse anyway? George Little: That's no mouse, that's my brother. Anton, the stuck-up bully: [bragging on George's ship] Gee George, what did you do, get that out of a cereal box? I'm glad you're here George, somebody's got to finish last. Anton, the stuck-up bully: Gee George, you all done crying? George Little: Yeah! Are you all done being a jerk? Anton, the stuck-up bully: No! Stuart Little: So, what do I call you? Mrs. Little: Mom. Mr. Little: And Dad. Mrs. Little: We haven't told you the best news of all. Mr. Little: You have a brother, named George. Stuart Little: What do I call him? Mrs. Little: George. Stuart Little: I'm so happy! I... I feel 10 inches tall! Anton, the stuck-up bully: How did that stupid mouse get in my sail? George Little: He's not a stupid mouse! Anton, the stuck-up bully: You're right; He's a stupid rat! [when Snowbell spots Stuart lying in bed] Snowbell: Are you cozy? Stuart Little: Yes, thanks. I'm quite comfortable. Snowbell: All I've got to sleep on is a rag in the corner, you little rat! Monty, the Mouth: You know, I'm not picky as long as it ain't meat loaf. That stuff gives me gas, something awful. Snowbell: I'm sorry, it's meat loaf. Monty, the Mouth: Oh well, beggars can't be choosers. Load me up and light a match! Snowbell: [Monty tries to go into the kitchen, but Snowbell tries stopping him, so he won't see Stuart and possibly humiliate him] No, Monty. Stop. You don't wonna do that. Monty, the Mouth: Why? I eat from garbage cans, drink from public toilets. Like a little gas is gonna bother me. [he walks through the cat door to the kitchen] Snowbell<
/b>: No, wait. Don't! [while the alley cats are chasing Stuart in the roadster] Lucky: I hope he runs out of gas! Red: I hope you do! Lucky: Why don't you run to the back? Red: I can't help it! I have a nervous stomach! Smokey: And I have an empty stomach! Now, get that mouse! Stuart Little: Now I know that fairy tales are real. Snowbell: [From the top of the stairs] Fairy tales are real? Oy, I think I'm gonna cough up a furball. Stuart Little: You seem tense! Snowbell: Tense? Oh, I'm - I'm way, way past tense Stuart Little: Well, maybe I could help. Can I scratch your ears? I could rub your tummy. Snowbell: How'd you like to rub it from the INSIDE, mouse-boy? Stuart Little: I'm a little confused. I thought that's what you did with a pet. Snowbell: A Pet? I am not your pet! I'm a cat, you're a mouse. You should be livin' in a hole. This is my family. Stuart Little: Can we share them? Snowbell: Read my furry pink lips. "No!" Stuart Little: Good-bye, fake father! Good-bye, fake mother! Mrs. Stout: Good-bye, fake son! [Stuart drives off in the toy car] Mrs. Stout: I'm gonna miss that boy. Mr. Stout: I'm gonna miss that car. Mrs. Eleanor Little: George, have you seen Stuart? George Little: He's down here with me. Mr. Frederick Little: [whispering out] What are you doing to him? Mr. Stout: Taxi! What does a mouse have to do to get a cab in this city? [Stuart is trapped in a washing machine which is filling up] Stuart Little: Turn if off! Snowbell: Why would I turn it off? It's my favorite show. Smokey: How you doing? You must be Stuart. Stuart Little: Actually... I must be going. [Gets back into his little car] Lucky: What's your hurry, Murray? Red: Yeah, where ya going, Murray - - Urm Stuart. What's his name? Monty, the Mouth: [while Stuart is hugging Snowball] Snow, what's he doing to your leg? I can't help to think that this is wrong. Smokey: What the hell's going on here? Snowbell: Urrrrm... Listen, Smokey... I want to quit this whole thing off... okay? Smokey: Too late!