Stuart Little 2 Comments

  • Lottie 2022-04-22 07:01:35

    It doesn't have that freshness anymore, it feels like watching the adventures of a fairy tale character in the real...

  • Giovani 2022-04-22 07:01:35

    There was a time when I liked watching cartoons and then just watched it and forgot about the...

  • Haley 2022-04-22 07:01:35

    The plot is forgotten. ....

  • Adelbert 2022-04-22 07:01:35

    Those animals are so...

  • Frederic 2022-04-22 07:01:35

    How can this thing...

  • Marilou 2022-04-22 07:01:35

    of a mouse and a bird. . . The reason why Love Story and GTO Xia were in Dongfeng Studios was that he couldn't think of anyone else who could go with him to watch a free-ticket movie full of kindergarten children. ....

  • Kristina 2022-04-21 09:02:38

    It's far worse than the original... Writer, can you be more...

  • Brooke 2022-04-21 09:02:38

    Very witty guinea pig, very funny, but a little...

  • Adam 2022-04-21 09:02:38

    Stuart and Magro are both cute, and so are the...

  • Timmy 2022-04-21 09:02:38

    This one is no longer suitable for...

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  • 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.