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Eleanor Little: Isn't it nice that Stuart has a friend?
Frederick Little: Well, I don't think Stuart thinks of her as a friend.
Eleanor Little: What do you mean?
Frederick Little: I mean, he's smitten. He's infatuated. He's bedazzled.
Eleanor Little: Stuart?
Frederick Little: Mm-hmm.
Eleanor Little: But he's a baby!
Frederick Little: Well, boys start having crushes really young.
Eleanor Little: Frederick, did you have many crushes?
Frederick Little: [smiling] I'm still having one.
Frederick Little: Well, I don't think Stuart thinks of her as a friend.
Eleanor Little: What do you mean?
Frederick Little: I mean, he's smitten. He's infatuated. He's bedazzled.
Eleanor Little: Stuart?
Frederick Little: Mm-hmm.
Eleanor Little: But he's a baby!
Frederick Little: Well, boys start having crushes really young.
Eleanor Little: Frederick, did you have many crushes?
Frederick Little: [smiling] I'm still having one.
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Margalo: [hearing Snowbell from inside a paint can where Falcon has her imprisoned] Snowbell? Is that you? Is that really you?
Snowbell: Margalo? Where are you?
Margalo: In the can!
Snowbell: Oh. Okay, I'll wait.
Margalo: No! In-in the paint can.
Snowbell: Ohhhh. Why are you in there? Is this some kind of trick?
Margalo: Just get me out!
Snowbell: Is Stuart in there, too?
Margalo: [sadly] No, Snowbell, he's dead.
Snowbell: [horrified] What? Stuart is dead?
Margalo: Falcon killed him.
Snowbell: No... He can't be, he's... [close to tears] I was supposed to protect him! Ohh! I wish it was me who'd been killed!
Margalo: Really?
Snowbell: No, but I am very unhappy! [cries in regret]
Snowbell: Margalo? Where are you?
Margalo: In the can!
Snowbell: Oh. Okay, I'll wait.
Margalo: No! In-in the paint can.
Snowbell: Ohhhh. Why are you in there? Is this some kind of trick?
Margalo: Just get me out!
Snowbell: Is Stuart in there, too?
Margalo: [sadly] No, Snowbell, he's dead.
Snowbell: [horrified] What? Stuart is dead?
Margalo: Falcon killed him.
Snowbell: No... He can't be, he's... [close to tears] I was supposed to protect him! Ohh! I wish it was me who'd been killed!
Margalo: Really?
Snowbell: No, but I am very unhappy! [cries in regret]
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Mrs. Little: Did you hear that? She said "Blah-blah"! I can't believe it! Her first word! Where's the baby book? I'm writing it down.
Mr. Little: I'm not sure that's technically, y'know, a word.
Mrs. Little: Of course it is! But your Uncle Crenshaw says that every Little starts talking by nine months!
Mr. Little: In Uncle Crenshaw's case, never stops.
Mr. Little: I'm not sure that's technically, y'know, a word.
Mrs. Little: Of course it is! But your Uncle Crenshaw says that every Little starts talking by nine months!
Mr. Little: In Uncle Crenshaw's case, never stops.
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Snowbell: Ohh, Stuart, we've been walking for hours. I can't take another step. You know me, I hate to be negative, but when I walk this much, I chafe! Also, I...I hate to bring this up, but... I need to go tinky!
Stuart: How 'bout the alley?
Snowbell: I'm a house cat. We're fastidious creatures! We don't just yell "BOMBS AWAY!", and go wherever we are! Oh, look, let's face it, we're never gonna find her!
Stuart: If only we knew someone who really knew the city.
Snowbell: Yeah, somebody who knows the city's disgusting underbelly. Who do I know that's disgusting?
[Scene cuts to Monty being thrown out of a Chinese restaurant and into a dumpster]
Chinese Restaurant Owner: [to Monty, in Chinese] Nǐ zàilái zhèlǐ, wǒ huì tōngguò Visa jīqì lái guǎnlǐ nǐ de! [Translation: You come back here again, I'll run you through the Visa machine!] [he brushes his hands and tell his workers in Chinese to get back to work and closes the door]
Monty: Don't you threaten me! What I could tell the health inspector would close you down in a New York minute!
Snowbell: [offscreen] Hey, Monty!
Monty: [sees Snowbell] Snowbell! He-hey! He-hey! Snowbell! What are you doing here?
Snowbell: We've been looking all over for you.
Stuart: We need your help.
Monty: Hey, Snow, buddy, are you two still friends, or can I eat him?
Snowbell: No, Monty, you can't eat him.
Monty: [pleading] Please?
Snowbell: [strictly] NO! Now pay attention. What do you know about a bird called Falcon?
Monty: "Falcon"? Ohh, that's a bad guy, you don't wanna fool with him.
Stuart: Do you know where we can find him?
Monty: You don't wanna find him. You don't want to have 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 ya, and by the time you hit the pavement, they just drink what's left through a straw!
Stuart: Snowbell, are you all right?
Snowbell: [looking terrified] Oh, yeah. In fact, good news: I no longer need a litterbox.
Monty: [guffaws loudly] Mop-up on Aisle 3! [laughs] Snowie!
Snowbell: Stu, listen. This whole thing has been a groove and a gas, but it's important to know when the fun's over. You don't want to be that last, pathetic person who leaves a party.
Stuart: I told you, I'm not givin' up! We're gonna find the Falcon.
Monty: Well, all right, then, it's your funeral. Okay, listen. Listen gracefully. The Falcon lives across the park at the very tip-top of the Pishkin Building. Not many people go up there... and even fewer return.
Stuart: How 'bout the alley?
Snowbell: I'm a house cat. We're fastidious creatures! We don't just yell "BOMBS AWAY!", and go wherever we are! Oh, look, let's face it, we're never gonna find her!
Stuart: If only we knew someone who really knew the city.
Snowbell: Yeah, somebody who knows the city's disgusting underbelly. Who do I know that's disgusting?
[Scene cuts to Monty being thrown out of a Chinese restaurant and into a dumpster]
Chinese Restaurant Owner: [to Monty, in Chinese] Nǐ zàilái zhèlǐ, wǒ huì tōngguò Visa jīqì lái guǎnlǐ nǐ de! [Translation: You come back here again, I'll run you through the Visa machine!] [he brushes his hands and tell his workers in Chinese to get back to work and closes the door]
Monty: Don't you threaten me! What I could tell the health inspector would close you down in a New York minute!
Snowbell: [offscreen] Hey, Monty!
Monty: [sees Snowbell] Snowbell! He-hey! He-hey! Snowbell! What are you doing here?
Snowbell: We've been looking all over for you.
Stuart: We need your help.
Monty: Hey, Snow, buddy, are you two still friends, or can I eat him?
Snowbell: No, Monty, you can't eat him.
Monty: [pleading] Please?
Snowbell: [strictly] NO! Now pay attention. What do you know about a bird called Falcon?
Monty: "Falcon"? Ohh, that's a bad guy, you don't wanna fool with him.
Stuart: Do you know where we can find him?
Monty: You don't wanna find him. You don't want to have 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 ya, and by the time you hit the pavement, they just drink what's left through a straw!
Stuart: Snowbell, are you all right?
Snowbell: [looking terrified] Oh, yeah. In fact, good news: I no longer need a litterbox.
Monty: [guffaws loudly] Mop-up on Aisle 3! [laughs] Snowie!
Snowbell: Stu, listen. This whole thing has been a groove and a gas, but it's important to know when the fun's over. You don't want to be that last, pathetic person who leaves a party.
Stuart: I told you, I'm not givin' up! We're gonna find the Falcon.
Monty: Well, all right, then, it's your funeral. Okay, listen. Listen gracefully. The Falcon lives across the park at the very tip-top of the Pishkin Building. Not many people go up there... and even fewer return.
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Stuart: [about the adventure] If we get out of this, I'm sticking to painting and dancing!
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Stuart: Snowbell! You made it.
Margalo: Thank goodness you're all right!
George: Snowbell! Where have you been? You wouldn't believe what Stuart and Margalo have been through!
Mr. Little: Snowbell... you should have seen it. [taking Stuart and Margalo in his hands] These two were so brave. Let's go home.
[The family heads away; Snowbell watches them go, aghast]
Snowbell: And what about me? I played no part in this?! [angrily] Well, I have had enough! I'm staying right here, folks! Oh, yeah! You'll never see me again!
Mrs. Little: [after Stuart whispers something to her] Snow? Want some tuna when we get home?
Snowbell: [delighted] Tuna? I love these people! [runs after them] Wait! Wait for me!
Margalo: Thank goodness you're all right!
George: Snowbell! Where have you been? You wouldn't believe what Stuart and Margalo have been through!
Mr. Little: Snowbell... you should have seen it. [taking Stuart and Margalo in his hands] These two were so brave. Let's go home.
[The family heads away; Snowbell watches them go, aghast]
Snowbell: And what about me? I played no part in this?! [angrily] Well, I have had enough! I'm staying right here, folks! Oh, yeah! You'll never see me again!
Mrs. Little: [after Stuart whispers something to her] Snow? Want some tuna when we get home?
Snowbell: [delighted] Tuna? I love these people! [runs after them] Wait! Wait for me!
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Stuart: [using a pay phone] Snowbell, I need more change.
Snowbell: What do I look like, a fanny pack?
Snowbell: What do I look like, a fanny pack?
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Stuart: Meanwhile, you can use my cat's bed.
Margalo: You have a cat?!
Stuart: Oh, don't worry about Snowbell. He wouldn't hurt a fly.
[Outside, Snowbell catches a fly and eats it]
Snowbell: [burps] Whoa, those flies really come back on you. [goes back into the house] Uhh. I try to eat right, and yet, I still feel bloated. Hm. Maybe more food'll help. [eats from his food bowl]
Margalo: Hi, there.
Snowbell: [alarmed] AAH!
Margalo: Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.
Snowbell: Scare me? That's a laugh! [laughs] Hear that? That was a laugh. [hisses at Margalo, and starts coughing] Hairball: Major hairball! Ugh! And yet, we continue to lick ourselves. Unbelievable.
Stuart: Hey, Snowbell. Meet Margalo. She's gonna be staying with us for a while.
Snowbell: Staying?! Are you out of your mind?! Stuart, you can't just drag stray birds in here! What do you think this is, a halfway house? Look at her, she's filthy! No offense. She could have germs. And how do you know she's not a vagrant or a thief? Get rid of her!
Mrs. Little: [from offscreen] Hi, we're home! Sorry we're late.
Stuart: Little high, little low!
Mrs. Little: Little hey, little ho!
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. You're in for it now, missy! Mother Little hates when animals walk in here off the street. When she sees this, she's gonna throw a fit!
[Mrs. Little walks in, crouches down, and gently picks up Margalo]
Mrs. Little: [softly] Oh! Such a pretty little birdie!
Snowbell: [walking out of the room] Maybe it's just my friends she hates.
Margalo: You have a cat?!
Stuart: Oh, don't worry about Snowbell. He wouldn't hurt a fly.
[Outside, Snowbell catches a fly and eats it]
Snowbell: [burps] Whoa, those flies really come back on you. [goes back into the house] Uhh. I try to eat right, and yet, I still feel bloated. Hm. Maybe more food'll help. [eats from his food bowl]
Margalo: Hi, there.
Snowbell: [alarmed] AAH!
Margalo: Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.
Snowbell: Scare me? That's a laugh! [laughs] Hear that? That was a laugh. [hisses at Margalo, and starts coughing] Hairball: Major hairball! Ugh! And yet, we continue to lick ourselves. Unbelievable.
Stuart: Hey, Snowbell. Meet Margalo. She's gonna be staying with us for a while.
Snowbell: Staying?! Are you out of your mind?! Stuart, you can't just drag stray birds in here! What do you think this is, a halfway house? Look at her, she's filthy! No offense. She could have germs. And how do you know she's not a vagrant or a thief? Get rid of her!
Mrs. Little: [from offscreen] Hi, we're home! Sorry we're late.
Stuart: Little high, little low!
Mrs. Little: Little hey, little ho!
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. You're in for it now, missy! Mother Little hates when animals walk in here off the street. When she sees this, she's gonna throw a fit!
[Mrs. Little walks in, crouches down, and gently picks up Margalo]
Mrs. Little: [softly] Oh! Such a pretty little birdie!
Snowbell: [walking out of the room] Maybe it's just my friends she hates.
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Will: Hi, George. Hi, Stuart.
George: Hi, Will.
Will: You want to take a break for a while? I brought my PS2.
George: Yeah. Okay.
Stuart: But, what about the plane?
George: I want to play with Will for a while.
Will: Play with Snowbell.
Snowbell: [mockingly singing] ♪ One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do. ♪ [laughs mockingly]
Stuart: [sarcastically] Ha, ha, ha. [climbs into the plane's ****pit] Oh, well. Guess I'll have to finish it myself. If I can just-- [his shirt starts the plane] Oh, dear!
[George and Will play a soccer video game.]
Will: Hey, what's that noise?
George: Sounds like a lawnmower.
Will: Inside the house?
Both: [alarmed] Stuart!
George: Hi, Will.
Will: You want to take a break for a while? I brought my PS2.
George: Yeah. Okay.
Stuart: But, what about the plane?
George: I want to play with Will for a while.
Will: Play with Snowbell.
Snowbell: [mockingly singing] ♪ One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do. ♪ [laughs mockingly]
Stuart: [sarcastically] Ha, ha, ha. [climbs into the plane's ****pit] Oh, well. Guess I'll have to finish it myself. If I can just-- [his shirt starts the plane] Oh, dear!
[George and Will play a soccer video game.]
Will: Hey, what's that noise?
George: Sounds like a lawnmower.
Will: Inside the house?
Both: [alarmed] Stuart!
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The rest of the Little family is searching for Stuart via taxi
George: Mom, Dad, I'm really sorry.
Mr Little: You should be; for all we know Stuart could be out there right now, lying face-down with his-
[Mrs Little gasps]
Mr Little: [changes tone] Or...he could be fine! I mean, we don't have to assume the worst. After all, it's not the Little way.
George: Mom, Dad, I'm really sorry.
Mr Little: You should be; for all we know Stuart could be out there right now, lying face-down with his-
[Mrs Little gasps]
Mr Little: [changes tone] Or...he could be fine! I mean, we don't have to assume the worst. After all, it's not the Little way.
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[Falcon has grabbed Stuart and is about to drop him]
Margalo: Don't hurt him, Falcon!
Falcon: I won't hurt him. THE SIDEWALK WILL!
Stuart: Can't we talk this over? [Falcon drops him, sending him falling and screaming towards the streets below]
Margalo: [racing after him] No, Stuart! [Before Margalo knows it, Falcon snatches her up and takes her back inside the building] Let me go! No, Falcon! NO!!
[Meanwhile, Stuart lands unharmed, albeit unconscious, in a passing garbage truck]
Margalo: Don't hurt him, Falcon!
Falcon: I won't hurt him. THE SIDEWALK WILL!
Stuart: Can't we talk this over? [Falcon drops him, sending him falling and screaming towards the streets below]
Margalo: [racing after him] No, Stuart! [Before Margalo knows it, Falcon snatches her up and takes her back inside the building] Let me go! No, Falcon! NO!!
[Meanwhile, Stuart lands unharmed, albeit unconscious, in a passing garbage truck]
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[George admits where Stuart could be.]
George: Dad?
Frederick: What?
George: Am I in trouble?
Fredrick: No, son. You're in BIG trouble.
[George cringes when he hears this]
George: Dad?
Frederick: What?
George: Am I in trouble?
Fredrick: No, son. You're in BIG trouble.
[George cringes when he hears this]
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[last lines]
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.
Martha Little: [waving] Bye-bye, birdie.
[the Littles are surprised and happy to hear Martha speak.]
Eleanor Little: [happily] Did you hear that?
Fredrick Little: [happily] I don't believe it! Her first word; she spoke!
Eleanor Little: [happily] Of course, she did!
George Little: [happily] I knew she could do it.
Snowball: Big deal. When she could fall out of a tree and land on her feet, then I'll be impressed.
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.
Martha Little: [waving] Bye-bye, birdie.
[the Littles are surprised and happy to hear Martha speak.]
Eleanor Little: [happily] Did you hear that?
Fredrick Little: [happily] I don't believe it! Her first word; she spoke!
Eleanor Little: [happily] Of course, she did!
George Little: [happily] I knew she could do it.
Snowball: Big deal. When she could fall out of a tree and land on her feet, then I'll be impressed.
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[Margalo is taking a bath, but Falcon drops in and scares her]
Falcon: Did you really think I wouldn't find out?
Margalo: What are you talking about?
Falcon: I'm talking about you, and your little mouse friend. Big mistake. Never make a friend I can eat. Now get me that ring, or the mouse... is lunch.
Falcon: Did you really think I wouldn't find out?
Margalo: What are you talking about?
Falcon: I'm talking about you, and your little mouse friend. Big mistake. Never make a friend I can eat. Now get me that ring, or the mouse... is lunch.
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[Monty is looking in a trash can]
Monty: Can't I get a decent meal in this city?! [Falcon falls out of the sky, screaming; Monty looks up as Falcon lands in the trash can. Monty eagerly looks at the dead Falcon, and then looks up at the sky happily] Thank you!
Monty: Can't I get a decent meal in this city?! [Falcon falls out of the sky, screaming; Monty looks up as Falcon lands in the trash can. Monty eagerly looks at the dead Falcon, and then looks up at the sky happily] Thank you!