Stuart Little Quotes

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.

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.

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]

Monty, the Mouth: 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: Gee George, you all done crying?

George Little: Yeah! Are you all done being a jerk?

Anton: 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.

Anton: How did that stupid mouse get in my sail?

George Little: He's not a stupid mouse!

Anton: 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: 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. Little: George, have you seen Stuart?

George Little: He's down here with me.

Mr. Little: [whispering out] What are you doing to him?

[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!

Smokey: Say good night... Tinkerbell.

[Snowbell gulps]

Stuart Little: Hey, Smokey! His name is Snowbell!

[Smacks him off the tree with a branch, Smokey screaming]

Snowbell: He's not just a mouse! He's... He's... he's family.

Smokey: Oh yeah. ha ha ha... I can see the resemblence...

[laughs evilly]

Mrs. Little: He hates us.

Mr. Little: We've never been hated before...

Aunt Tina Little: [referring to Stuart] I think he's grown a little since we've been here.

Grandma Estelle Little: That's what happened to me. One summer, I just shot right up!

[Grandpa Spencer, dubious, stares at the diminutive Estelle]

Smokey: [pushes the branch Stuart's on down] Here you go, boys! Dinner's served!

Monty, the Mouth: Alright, Smokey! Way to go!

Stuart Little: Oh dear!

Lucky: Look, it's mouse on a stick! I love mouse on a stick!

Monty, the Mouth: A little further! Keep him comin'! Keep him comin'! Alright I can almost reach him! Keep him coming! I got him, he's mine!

[Snowbell snaps the branch]

Monty, the Mouth: What the? Hey, the branch is the gonna!

Snowbell: Well, what have we got here?

Monty, the Mouth: Snow, don't come out here, the branch is breaking!

Snowbell: Stuart, are you alright?

Stuart Little: Yeah, yeah I'm okay.

Snowbell: Just hang on, I'll take it from here!

Monty, the Mouth: Huh? Take what?

[Snowbell pushes the branch Monty's on with Red and Lucky on further]

Monty, the Mouth: Hey, c'mon Snow! You wouldn't do this to me? I'm not your old buddy?

Snowbell: Don't worry, buddy! I'm sure you'll land

[he pushes the branch further]

Monty, the Mouth: No, no Snow! What're you doing?

Snowbell: On your feet!

[the branch snaps sending Red, Lucky and Monty into the water, all three cats screaming and splash in the water]

Mr. Little: [to first search group] Crenshaw, Tina, and Uncle Stretch you go uptown. Cover as many streets as you can.

[to second group]

Mr. Little: Edgar, Beatrice, and Spencer you take downtown. Every side street and back alley.

[finally comes to his Mom]

Mr. Little: Estelle.

[Points to the second search group]

Mr. Little: You better go with them.

Mrs. Little: Does Ben always dress this way?

Salesman: No no no madame! There are many moods of Ben! It all depends on the occasion.

Mrs. Little: What if the occasion was a family party?

Salesman: I think I have just the thing.

Mr. Little: You must never harmed Stuart. You understand?

Mrs. Little: Never, or out you go, Mr. Snow.

Mr. Little: Stuart is one of the family now. We do not eat family members.

Stuart Little: I thought I was in a fairy tale.

Mr. Stout: Fairy tales are made-up stories, Stuart. This is real.

George Little: Wow, I didn't realize a mouse could do THAT!

George Little: Heh, Georgie. You'd be shocked at what mice can do! By the way, stay away from the 285 Fulton Street on the 11th of September in two years, would ya?