Stuart Little 2 Comments

  • Trevor 2023-09-14 15:03:05

    I don't remember the specific storyline too much, but I'm still a little impressed with the plot of Du...

  • Nigel 2023-08-18 17:46:20

    【junior high school. whole school. People's Theater....

  • Andy 2023-07-27 00:31:40

    Stuart and his new friend: a bird, a thief coming clean. When Stuart left home to look for the bird, the cat (Snowball) who was forced to go with him said, "Slow down, Romeo"~ Very funny~ The ending song is Celine Dion's I'm Alive....

  • Teagan 2023-07-15 05:20:28

    The image of the elf mouse is still more vivid and cute, but it is a pity that the topic of growth in the film is...

  • Virginia 2023-06-30 13:58:32

    A basket of cute...

  • Cleve 2023-06-29 07:50:46

    I have forgotten the plot a bit, it seems that the end is: little bird,...

  • Aaliyah 2023-05-29 16:05:54

    It's because of the fame of the first...

  • Reymundo 2023-05-23 19:10:35

    It turns out that there is a future Dr. House in...

  • Gayle 2023-05-18 09:34:06

    It's really sad to see the lonely mouse, but the second part is not inferior to the first one! Come...

  • August 2023-05-12 17:51:36

    The little mouse continues to be...

Extended Reading
  • Eloy 2022-04-21 09:02:38

    interracial feelings

    I still remember hearing adults say when I was a child that most girls who choose to marry foreigners will end in divorce, because foreign boys do not have the sense of family responsibility that Chinese boys have.

    However, over the years, my friends, classmates, and Americans have been happily...

  • Rico 2022-04-21 08:01:08

    Little White Mouse's First Love

    The white mouse has lived in Lit’s house for 2 years. The original freshness has passed. Everyone is busy with their own affairs. The Ritters have their own little daughter, and George has his own friends. The white mouse needs to find his own. friend.


    One day the white mouse rescued an injured...

Stuart Little 2 quotes

  • [at breakfast]

    Mrs. Little: [hands Stuart his plate] Here you go.

    Stuart Little: Thanks, Mom.

    Mrs. Little: Stuart, don't forget your water bottle. George...

    Fredrick Little: ...don't forget your cleats.

    Fredrick Little: [to Mrs. Little] My, you're looking lovely this morning.

    Mrs. Little: [as her husband kisses her] Well, some people just know how to wear oatmeal.

    Mrs. Little: [feeding Martha] OK, open up.

    Martha Little: Blah... blah.

    Mrs. Little: [surprised, sharing the news to the other family members] 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.

    Fredrick Little: [as he's packing food] 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!

    Mrs. Little: [to Mr. Little] Frederick, this soccer game is making me very...

    Fredrick Little: Proud?

    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.

  • [Mr. Little is struggling to get a jar of pickles open]

    Mrs. Little: Do you need...

    Fredrick Little: Could you?

    [Mrs. Little pops the top off the pickle jar]

    Fredrick Little: [Martha throws her dish on the floor]

    Mrs. Little: [grabbing Martha from her high chair] OK, that's it for you.

    Mrs. Little: [to Snowbell] Snow, food.

    Snowbell: [running down the stairs] "Food"? Is it tuna or herring? Or dare I say it, is it lox? Oh, please be lox!

    Mrs. Little: [to Snowbell; Picks up the bowl leaving the food] Snow, that's for you.

    Fredrick Little: How about it, boys? Are you ready to play some soccer?

    Stuart Little: You bet, Dad!

    Snowbell: [disgusted] Oh, it's glop. Look what I'm reduced to. I'm a handy wipe with hair.