Stuart Little 2 (2002) - Quotes

George: What are you doing?

Stuart: I think I know what happened. I think that falcon got her.

George: Yeah?

Stuart: I'm gonna find her. And don't try to talk me out of it, because I've made up my mind.

George: Are you crazy? You can't go out there!

Stuart: What, you mean because I'm too small? Well - let me tell you something, George, you're as big as you feel.

George: All right, well, then let me come with you.

Stuart: No, I need you to stay and cover for me.

George: Cover for you? How?

Stuart: Well, make somethin up. You're smart.

George: Stuart, she's just a bird.

Stuart: No, George, she's my friend! And when you're friends with Stuart Little, you're friends for life.

George: Well, if you won't let me come, at least get somebody to go with you.

Eleanor: What if someone had accidentally turned on the garbage disposal while he was down there? What about that?

Frederick: I would not have let that happen.

Eleanor: You let him go down the drain.

Frederick: He wanted to go.

Eleanor: If Martha wanted to go up the chimney or George wanted to go into the toilet, would you let them?

Frederick: Eleanor, I love Stuart as much as you do. I just don't happen to be quite as...

Eleanor: Emotional? Irrational? What were you gonna say?

Frederick: I forget.

Eleanor: I know I'm being overprotective, it's just... I can't stand the idea of Stuart getting hurt.

Margalo: I'm sorry, Stuart.

Stuart: What?

Plumber: You people sure like your meat loaf.

Frederick: You find the ring?

Plumber: Everything but.

Stuart: Hey, has anyone seen Margalo? I can't find her anywhere.

Eleanor: Maybe she just went for a walk or a little flight around the neighborhood.

Frederick: Sure, you know, to strengthen her wing.

Stuart: Yeah, maybe. But why'd she leave me her pin?

Eleanor: Oh, you know, Stuart... Margalo is kind of a free spirit. Maybe she just felt it was time to go.

Stuart: Without even saying goodbye?

Frederick: Okay. Now... if it gets too cold, or too scary... you just tell us.

Stuart: Don't worry, Dad. I can handle it.

Frederick: Or yank on the string, we'll pull you right up.

Stuart: Will do.

Frederick: How's it so far?

Stuart: Wet. There's a lot of slimy stuff all over the walls.

George: What does it look like?

Stuart: Like the inside of your nose!

Frederick: Can you see the bottom yet?

Stuart: No, just more pipe. And--and everything we ate for dinner last week. And the pipe just seems to go on and on and on!

Eleanor: Well, the plumber said... What's going on?

Frederick: Is that a new top? You know, you--you have such taste. Simple elegance is what I call it.

Eleanor: What's on the other end of that string?

Frederick: Oh, this string?

Eleanor: Yes.

Frederick: Well, now, don't get excited, but... someone that you and I love, has volunteered to go down the drain to get your ring.

Eleanor: Stuart?

George: Good guess, Mom.

Eleanor: [shocked] Stuart?! You let our son go down the kitchen drain?!

Frederick: Now, Eleanor, don't--don't be upset. It's all been well thought out. If there's a problem, I simply pull on the string and...

Frederick: Now you can be upset.

Eleanor: Stuart!

Frederick: Stuart! Are you okay? Can you hear me?

Stuart: Hurry! I--I'm slipping!

Eleanor: Get more string!

Frederick: Great.

Eleanor: There's gotta be string around here someplace.

George: There is no more!

Eleanor: Well, what else can we use as string?

George: Spaghetti?

Eleanor: We're out of spaghetti.

Frederick: Well, do we have macaroni?

Eleanor: But that's too short!

Frederick: We can tie it together with...

Eleanor: No!

Stuart: [from insde the drain] Hurry!

Frederick: Hang on, Stuart!

Eleanor: Margalo, what are you doing?

Margalo: Stuart, I'm coming! Here, grab on!

Stuart: Lower, lower! I got it!

Eleanor: Are you all right?

Frederick: Are you hurt?

Eleanor: Don't scare me like that.

Stuart: Margalo... you're the best friend I ever had.

Frederick: I'll do the dishes.

Eleanor: Oh, but you did them last night.

Frederick: For you, I would do dishes every night. That way, I don't have to change the baby.

Eleanor: She just dropped her dolly. I'll just... Frederick!

Frederick: What?

Eleanor: My ring. It's gone!

Frederick: What do you mean "it's gone"?

Eleanor: What do you mean "it's gone"? It's gone!

Frederick: Are you absolutely...

Eleanor: Positive. Unless... I'll call the plumber!

George: What's going on?

Frederick: Mom's ring went down the drain. I-I can't reach it.

Stuart: Hey! Hey, what about me? I can do it. Let me go, Dad.

Frederick: Go where?

Stuart: Down the drain. I can bring it back up. It's an adventure.

Frederick: I don't know, Stuart. It's awfully dark down there.

George: And smelly, and cold.

Stuart: But it's Mom's ring. She loves that ring. Come on, Dad. Let me try.

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.

Mandy Moore: For a time, I thought my faith It must be hiding… Searching through the sky, Hoping to find the way, a way To get me through the day When the way I belong, Is this where I should stay? Lift me up when I am falling Put my flair when I was calling Now I’m on top of the world, On top of the whole wide world Ya, you’ve always been believing Give my life a whole new meaning Now I’m on top of the world On top of the whole wide world It’s threaten to be when it seems, I had forgot to… Now I, realize the day, I’m starting to dream again, again Wasn’t matter of when? I guest we all lose a way now and then You lift me up when I am falling Put my flair when I was calling Now I’m top of the world On top of the whole wide world Ya, you’ve always been believing Give my life a whole new meaning Now I’m on top of the world On top of the whole wide world

Stuart: Are you cold?

Margalo: Uh-uh.

Stuart: I guess when the weather gets too cold, you'll just... fly south for the winter?

Margalo: Well, to tell you the truth, I've never flown south. It's kind of a dream of mine. Get out of this cold, windy city, catch that jet stream.... Fruit trees, millions of new birds to meet. I hear it's paradise.

Stuart: Then how come you haven't gone?

Margalo: Oh, somethin's always stopping me.

Stuart: Yeah. Something's always stoppin me, too. Everybody around here thinks I'm too small to accomplish anything.

Margalo: Hey, the way I see it, you're as big as you feel.

Stuart: Yeah. Boy, I'm really glad you fell into my car. I mean, you know... I mean I'm not glad you fell. I-I-I just... Want some more popcorn?

Margalo: Okay.

Margalo: What? My pin! It's fixed! How--

Stuart: You know, on my way home from school, I drive right past the place where you crashed, and... t was no big deal. I mean, there was finding it... ... figuring out how the pieces fit together... ... and, uh, you know, fixing it. And no... big deal. Just...

Madeleine: Oh, Scottie.

Stuart: ... one, two, three... good as new.

Margalo: No, Stuart, it's not. It's much, much better.

Stuart: So, Margalo, can I get you anything else? Whip ya up an omelet? Pop you a tart?

Margalo: Stuart, I'm full.

Stuart: Full? You eat like a bird.

Eleanor: Come on, Stuart, time for school.

Stuart: Oh, I'm not goin to school today. I'm staying home to take care of Margalo.

Eleanor: Well, guess again. You are going to school, and I will take care of Margalo. And look both ways when you cross the street, and wear your galoshes, and in art class, don't run with scissors. I'll get your backpack.

Stuart: Mothers... You know.

Margalo: Well, I don't really know.

Stuart: No?

Margalo: See, my mom just kinda one day... wasn't there anymore.

Stuart: Ohh. So you've been completely on your own all your life?

Margalo: You bet.

Stuart: I'll bet it's been scary.

Margalo: No. It's been an adventure.

Stuart: I wish I had some adventures. I'm only allowed to paint.

Margalo: Go for it, kid. The adventure begins!

Stuart: Whew! That feels like enough adventure for one day. Hey, look! The Yankees won.

Eleanor: Margalo, Martha and I are going out for a bit. Can I bring you anything?

Margalo: No thanks.

Eleanor: Say "Bye-bye, birdie." Say "Bye-bye." Martha. Say "Bye-bye, birdie.

Margalo: Ahh... fresh air.

Falcon: Remember me?

Margalo: You scared me.

Falcon: What can I say? I'm a scary guy. So, Margalo, what's going on here? You case the joint? Any valuables? Come on, thrill me, chill me.

Margalo: They ain't got much. The mom's got a ring, but it's only two carats.

Falcon: All right, okay, fine. So, what else have they got?

Margalo: [nervously] Well, you know, not that much. I mean, they mostly just have...each other.

Falcon: [sarcastic] Awww. A moment while I vomit.

Margalo: Why don't we just try somewhere else?

Falcon: [smiles slyly; Margalo scoffs and tries to fly away, but he follows her; chuckles] Why? Because you're set up here! They trust you, they like you... ahh, and maybe, you like them? Hey, Margalo, come on, huh? Don't con a conman.

Margalo: Well, nobody else ever invited me to live with them.

Falcon: Oh, really? Who found a pitiful orphaned bird, and plucked her out of the gutter? Who shared his food with her? And, I hasten to add, taught her a trade? Who?

Margalo: [humbly] You did.

Falcon: [sternly; flies away] I did, right! Well, then, straighten up and fly right. And remember, you are here on business. You're not here to play around!

Margalo: Come on, Falcon. When I'm on a job, I never play around.

Margalo: Found me? He did more than that. He saved my life.

Eleanor: He did?

Margalo: From a falcon.

Frederick: What was that?

Eleanor: Stuart saved this little bird from a falcon.

Frederick: A falcon? They are fierce creatures.

Eleanor: Well, why does the city have falcons? That shouldn't be allowed. Write a letter.

Frederick: On the other hand, we have a hero here. Way to go, Stuart.

Stuart: Hey, Dad.

Frederick: What?

Stuart: [whispers] Silver lining.

Frederick: It's a guy thing.

Eleanor: Is it? Isn't it nice that Stuart has a friend?

Frederick: Well, I don't think Stuart thinks of her as a friend.

Eleanor: What do you mean?

Frederick: I mean, he's smitten. He's infatuated. He's bedazzled.

Eleanor: Stuart?

Frederick: Mm-hmm.

Eleanor: But he's a baby!

Frederick: Well, boys start having crushes really young.

Eleanor: Frederick, did you have many crushes?

Frederick: [smiling] I'm still having one.

Margalo: You're so strong. Are you an athlete?

Stuart: Uh, well, yeah. I play a little soccer, fly airplanes, race boats.

Margalo: You can put me down now. My legs are fine. It's my wing that's hurt.

Stuart: Oh. Yeah... of course. There used to be bandages in here. Hmm... Hey, why don't we try your scarf?

Margalo: Good idea. My pin, it's... Must've happened when that falcon smashed into me. It was part of our nest when I was a baby. I've had it my whole life. It's the only thing I have left of my mother's.

Stuart: Aw, gee, that's too bad.

Margalo: Yeah.

Stuart: There. How's that?

Margalo: That's much better. Thank you. So tell me, Stuart Little, do you actually live here?

Stuart: Oh yeah. I'm a real Little. I'm the middle child. The middle Little.

Margalo: Cute.

Stuart: So, where do you live?

Margalo: You know, here and there.

Stuart: Wait a minute. You mean you don't have a home?

Margalo: Once. We lived in a box. Well, not really a box. It was one of those things where people keep their jewelry, you know?

Stuart: A jewelry box?

Margalo: Yes! That's what it must have been, a jewelry box. It was wonderful. Well, I've taken too much of your time. I'd better go before it gets dark.

Stuart: No-no, wait. You can't go out there. Not while you're hurt. You should stay here.

Margalo: Oh, I couldn't impose. I mean, you'd really do that for me?

Stuart: Sure, I have just the thing. I'll be right back. Meanwhile, you can use my cat's bed.

Margalo: You have a cat?!

Stuart: Sure. Just the thing, I'll be right back. 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.

Snowbell: [burps; goes back into the house; eats from his food bowl] Whoa, those flies really come back on you. Uhh. I try to eat right, and yet, I still feel bloated. Hm. Maybe more food'll help.

Margalo: [Snowbell screams in alarm] Hi, there. Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.

Snowbell: [laughs; hisses at Margalo, and coughs] Scare me? That's a laugh! Hear that? That was a laugh. 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!

Eleanor: [offscreen] Hi, we're home! Sorry we're late.

Stuart: Little high, little low!

Eleanor: [offscreen] 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! Oh, Mother Little hates when animals walk in here off the street. When she sees this, she's gonna throw a fit!

Eleanor: [walks in, crouches down, and gently picks up Margalo; softly] Oh! Such a pretty little birdie!

Snowbell: [walking out of the room] Maybe it's just my friends she hates.

Teacher: And Canada is separate from the United States, because Canadians like to be alone. Review tomorrow, test on Friday. And please take your leftover lunches with you. My husband is tired of me coming home smelling like salami.

Stuart: Hey Tony, would you like to come over to my house this afternoon?

Tony: Sorry, pal. I've got karate.

Stuart: Hey, Mark.

Mark: Guitar lessons.

George: Hey Stuart, some of the guys are going over to Will's house to play basketball for a while.

Stuart: Can I come?

George: They didn't exactly mention that you were invited.

Stuart: Oh, that's okay. I'm busy anyway.

George: Just tell Mom I walked you home, okay? I owe you one.

Stuart: Sure.

Stuart: Whoa! Miss? Miss? Are you alive? She's alive! Outta the way, please, outta the way. Injured bird comin through!

Margalo: What's going on? Ow! My wing. Where am I? Hey! Hey, where's the falcon?!

Stuart: Falcon? What-what falcon?

Margalo: That falcon! Drive! Get outta here!

Stuart: Oh, my!

Margalo: Hey! Get lost, you disgusting vulture! Eat my feathers, you vile buzzard!

Stuart: Do we really wanna antagonize him? Oh, boy, we've got a problem.

Margalo: No, you can make it. Don't slow down.

Margalo: You did it!

Stuart: Yeah. I did.

Margalo: So, who do I have to thank?

Stuart: Oh! Ahem. Forgive me. Uh, my name is Stuart. Stuart Little.

Margalo: I'm Margalo. Just Margalo.

Stuart: Margalo.

Stuart: Bogeys, 12:00! I got him, Brooklyn! Yeah! Wouldn't it be cool if I actually flew this thing?

George: Yeah. There's only one problem.

Both: Mom.

Will: Hello, Mrs. Little.

Eleanor: Hi, Will.

Will: Is George home?

Eleanor: He's in with Stuart.

Stuart: All we need to do is tighten her up and she's ready to fly.

Will: Hi, George. Hi, Stuart.

George: Hi, Will.

Stuart: Hi.

Will: Hey George, you wanna take a break for a while? I brought my PS2.

George: Yeah, okay.

Stuart: But, what about the plane?

George: I wanna play with Will for a while.

Will: Play with Snowbell.

Snowbell: [singing] One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do.

Stuart: Oh, well. Guess I'll have to finish it myself. If I can just... Oh dear.

Will: Hey, what's that noise?

George: Sounds like a lawnmower.

Will: Inside the house?

Both: [alarmed] Stuart!

Stuart: Whoa!

George: Stuart! What are you doing?!

Stuart: I'm not doing anything!

George: Pull the brake!

Stuart: Get the book!

Will: This is cool. All my brother does is jam crayons up his nose!

George: It says, "On takeoff, pull back on the throttle.

Stuart: Takeoff?! I'm in the air! Snowbell, get outta the way!

Snowbell: Aahhh! Please, don't hurt me!

Frederick: What's going on?

Will: Oh, nothing. Stuart's just flying in the house.

Frederick: [alarmed] Flying in the house?!

George: At least he's indoors; nothing bad can happen.

Stuart: Watch out! Hit the dirt!

Eleanor: Stuart!

Stuart: Duck!

Eleanor: Stuart! Stuart! Are you all right?

Frederick: Are you okay?

Stuart: I'm-I'm, uh, I'm okay. E-Everything's fine.

George: [upset] Fine? Stuart, you destroyed it!

Stuart: [dejectedly] Ohh, I'm sorry I wrecked it, George.

Frederick: No, no-no, I-I'm sure with some glue, we can fix this.

Eleanor: No, we can't. That's going in the trash. It's much too dangerous.

George: [upset] Thanks, Stuart.

Frederick: Honey, why don't you take the boys home? I think Stuart and I need to have a little talk.

Eleanor: Good idea. Come on, boys. Let's go home.

Stuart: She treats me like a baby.

Eleanor: I'm gonna fix you both some lunch.

Frederick: She just loves you so much. It's hard for her to think of you in danger.

Stuart: Oh, this has been a bad day. Mom's mad, George doesn't wanna play with me....

Frederick: I know. But every cloud has a silver lining.

Stuart: Doesn't that make them kind of heavy?

Frederick: No, it's an expression, Stuart. You see, the thing about being a Little is that you can look at any situation, no matter how bleak, how hopeless... and still see the bright side. The silver lining.

Stuart: Like in this situation, the silver lining would be... help me, Dad, because I'm struggling.

Frederick: George has found a new friend. That means you could find a new friend too.

Stuart: You're a lot better at this than I am.

Frederick: I've been a Little a lot longer than you have. Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it. In the meantime, keep your chin up, your back straight, and your heart open.

Stuart: Then what?

Frederick: One step at a time.

Eleanor: He just looked so small out there. So... lacking in bigness. Does he really have to go back next week?

Frederick: Honey, we have to give him room to grow.

Eleanor: I give him room to grow. I let him slice his own banana.

Frederick: With a spoon.

Eleanor: I let him drive his car to school. No other mother does that.

Frederick: With George walking right beside him every step of the way.

Eleanor: Well, how much more room do I have to give him?

Frederick: A little more than you're giving him now.

Stuart: Maybe Mom was right. Maybe I shouldn't be playing soccer anymore.

George: Well, what does she want you to go out for?

Stuart: Painting or dancing.

George: I guess it's my fault. I'm sorry I kicked you into the goal.

Stuart: That's okay. Hey, you won the game. That's the main thing.

George: No. The main thing is I hit Wallace in the face.

Coach: Wallace! Get up! There we go! That's right! Dig! Dig! Go downfield! Downfield! You guys, spread out! Spread out!

Eleanor: Well, George is getting a workout.

Frederick: Yeah! What bothers me is that every kid's had a chance to play except Stuart.

Eleanor: There's plenty of time.

Frederick: Plenty of time? Honey, there's 40 seconds.

Eleanor: You know, he did an excellent job of handing out the orange slices, and that's not as easy as it looks. All right, I admit it. I'm glad he's not in the game. I don't want him to get hurt.

Frederick: Honey, it's Pee-Wee soccer. Nobody gets hurt.

Player: Irwin, are you okay?

Coach: Are you all right, Irwin?

Irwin: Do I look all right?

Coach: Here. Come on.

Referee: Better substitute.

Coach: Tie game. Well, we could play with just 10.

Wallace: But we have George, so it's like having nine.

Coach: Wallace, we'll have none of that.

Referee: Come on, coach.

Coach: Stuart! Go in for Irwin!

Stuart: Mom, Dad! I'm goin' in!

Frederick: Yeah, Stuart!

Eleanor: Oh, dear.

Coach: All right, Stuart, I want you to watch your tail out there.

Stuart: Don't worry, coach, I won't let ya down.

Coach: Now go get em.

Player: Let's go, let's go! Come on!

Stuart: Over here! I'm open! I got it, I got it! I got it!

Eleanor: I'm goin down there and snatch him off the field.

Frederick: Honey, honey.

Eleanor: Knowing boys as I do, I think he might find that just a little... Embarrassing.

Coach: Get it, George! Go after it!

Wallace: Pass me the ball, lame-o! Come on!

Coach: George, shoot!

Stuart: I got it! I got it!

Coach: SHOOT!

Stuart: I got it! I got it!

Player: Yeah, I did it!

Stuart: I have to start wearing a cup.

Eleanor: Here you go.

Stuart: Thanks, Mom.

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

Frederick: [to Mrs. Little] Don't forget your cleats. You're looking especially beautiful today.

Eleanor: Well, some people just know how to wear oatmeal. Okay, open up.

Martha: Blah blah.

Eleanor: [surprised] 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.

Frederick: I'm not sure that's technically, y'know, a word.

Eleanor: Of course it is! But your Uncle Crenshaw says that every Little starts talking by 9 months!

Frederick: In Uncle Crenshaw's case, never stops.

Stuart: Are you both comin to the game?

Frederick: Wouldn't miss it.

Eleanor: Frederick, this soccer game is making me very....

Frederick: Proud?

Eleanor: Anxious... especially about...

Stuart: I'm fine.

Frederick: He's fine.

Eleanor: All those boys stomping around with cleats. What if someone...?

Frederick: Oh, honey. He's a Little. All Littles are natural athletes.

Eleanor: Do you need....

Frederick: Could you?

Eleanor: Uhh. Okay, that's it for you. Snow, food!

Snowbell: Food?! Is it tuna, or herring? Oh, oh, or dare I say it... is it lox? Ohhhh! Please be lox!

Eleanor: Snow! that's for you.

Frederick: How bout it, boys? Are we ready to play some soccer?

Stuart: You bet, Dad.

Snowbell: [sarcastic when asked to clean up Martha's spilled oatmeal] Oh, great. It's glop. Look what I'm reduced to. I'm a Handi-Wipe with hair!

Mary Mary: Think of your fellow man Lend him a helping hand Put a little love in your heart You see, it's getting late Oh, please don't hesitate Put a little love in your heart, yeah And the world will be a better place And the world will be a better place For you (For you) and me (And me) You just wait (Just wait) and see, yeah Another day goes by Still, the children cry Put a little love in your heart If you want the world to know We won't let hatred grow Put a little love in your heart And the world (And the world) will be a better place And the world (And the world) will be a better place For you (For you) and me (And me) You just wait (Just wait) and see Just wait (Just wait) and see, yeah Take a good look around And if you're looking down Put a little love in your heart, yeah I hope when you decide Kindness will be your guide Put a little love in your heart And the world (And the world) will be a better place And the world (And the world) will be a better place For you (For you) and me You just wait (Just wait) and see Everybody Put a little love in your heart (Put a little love in your heart) Put a little love in your heart (Somebody needs after today) Put a little love in your heart (Put a little love in your heart) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Put a little love in your heart) Put a little love in your heart, yeah (Put a little love in your heart) We need it (Put a little love in your heart)

Stuart: George, wake up. George!

George: It's Saturday.

Stuart: I know, but it's the first day of soccer. It's our first game.

George: Soccer? Uh, I can't today. I caught a cold while sleeping.

Stuart: You'll be fine. Come on, come on, it's gonna be great. We're gonna play like Brazilians.

Will Powell: [when chasing Stuart's plane along with George] This is cool! All my brother does is jam crayons up his nose!

Monty: [looking in a trash can; Falcon falls out of the sky screaming. He looks at Falcon as he falls in the trash can, then looks up at the sky happily] Can't I get a decent meal in this city?! Thank you!

Falcon: Party's over, fur-face!

Falcon: You should have stayed in your little hole, mouse boy.

Falcon: A mouse needs to know his limitations!

Snowbell: [trying to get the Littles' attention] Ho little, hoo wittle, hey wattle...

Snowbell: Please, don't hurt me! Kill the bird, not me! I'M GONNA BE FALCON POOP!

Snowbell: [cut to Snowbell being elevated upward on a window washing platform, nervously looking down at the street below; whimpers] I'll bet something terrible has happened. Oh, the Littles will kill me! I know, I'll bring home another mouse in a snazzy outfit, teach him to drive a sports car, and pass him off as Stuart! Oh, who am I kidding?! I have to get up there! But how? I hope I live to regret this...

Snowbell: You've got guts, kid! Guts, and...and spunk! Not to mention moxie! You've got guts, spunk, and moxie!

Snowbell: Oh, why not? Giving up is fun! And look at all the time you save! I'm telling ya, Stuart; if more people gave up, there'd be fewer wars.

Snowbell: [after Stuart's car overheats] Oh, boy. This is a sign, Stuart. Like the burning bush...except it's a carburetor and I'm not Moses. But it's telling us something, let your people go.

Snowbell: [trying to keep up with Stuart in his car; [w:Mario Andretti|Mario Andretti] Hey! ], slow down! Let's pace ourselves! I'm gonna have a heart attack! I think I'm having a thrombosis! And I don't even know what that means!

Snowbell: [when asked to clean up Martha's spilled oatmeal] Oh, great. It's glop. Look what I'm reduced to. I'm a Handi-Wipe with hair!

Stuart Little: [to Margolo, while fleeing from the Falcon] If we get out of this, I'm sticking to painting and dancing!

Stuart Little: [when finding the toy airplane on the garbage barge] My... My plane. My plane! The silver lining! This is it!