Highlights
Mutiny - First Round Pick Jason Statham Clip
Mutiny
Cape Fear Season 1 - Opportunity Knocks Clip
Cape Fear
The Dink - Float Like a Pickleball Clip
The Dink
Heartstopper Forever - Official Poster
Heartstopper Forever
Hoppers - Premiere Puppet Sizzle Clip
Hoppers
The Dog Stars - Josh Brolin as Bangley
The Dog Stars
Masters of the Universe - Exclusive Interview with Nicholas Galitzine
Masters of the Universe
The Whisper Man - Official Poster
The Whisper Man
Daredevil: Born Again Season 2 - Matt Murdock & Jessica Jones Clip
Daredevil: Born Again
Avengers: Doomsday - Official Poster
Avengers: Doomsday
Toy Story 5 - Sheriff Joke Clip
Toy Story 5
Evil Dead Burn - Hunter Doohanand and Luciane Buchanan at the Los Angeles Fan Event
Evil Dead Burn
Cape Fear Season 1 - Get Pumped Clip
Cape Fear
Gatto - Official Poster
Gatto
Stuart Little

Stuart Little (1999) - Quotes

Audience Score
61

A Call for Attention in Stuart Little

Stuart: George!

Concerns Over Lucky Underwear Before Race

Frederick: Are you okay?
George: Maybe we should go home.
Frederick: Why?
George: I'm not wearing my lucky underwear.
Frederick: You don't have lucky underwear.
George: Well, maybe we should get some and come back for another race.
Frederick: George, listen, I know how worried you are about losing, believe me. But you know what we say? The thing that really matters... Is to never stop trying. Okay?
George: Okay.
Frederick: That's the spirit.
Boat Race Announcer: Everyone to your places. The race is about to start.
Eleanor: Where's Stuart?
Stuart: Look out, sir!
Eleanor: Stuart, are you hurt?
Frederick: Stuart, what happened?
Stuart: It was completely my fault. I couldn't grip it.
Anton: Nice going, Captain Loser.
Eleanor: George, wait. Oh, honey. Everything will be all right.
George: No, it won't.
Eleanor: Maybe we could fix it. Huh? A little glue. Who'll know?
George: Mom.
Stuart: This is awful. Our first family outing. I ruined everything.
Frederick: Well, you know, Stuart, these things happen.
Stuart: But what about George?
Frederick: I'll be right back. George, you know what? Just because we can't be in the race doesn't mean our family outing has to be ruined.
Boat Race Announcer: All boats to your marks. Ready, and... And the race is on.
Frederick: I think we should just go home.
Boat Race Announcer: The sails are full and... There a mouse on that boat?
George: Stuart!
Frederick: Stuart!

Central Park Boat Race Begins

Boat Race Announcer: Ahoy, fellow yachtsmen. And welcome, everyone, to the 92nd annual Central Park Boat Race, undoubtedly model racing's most prestigious event. Children from all over New York gather here every year to see whose boat will prevail. Who will win the race and take home the magnificent trophy?
George: Anchor up?
Stuart: Check.
George: Stays all battened?
Stuart: Check.
George: Rudder?
Stuart: Check.
George: Sail?
Stuart: Check.
George: Airline?
Stuart: Check.
Eleanor: They're doing checks.
Stuart: Check.
Boat Race Announcer: And from Manhattan's Upper West Side, the Wasp, piloted by George Little.
Stuart: Well, everything appears to be in shipshape. But to be on the safe side, I'll check the hull for leaks.
Boat Race Announcer: And last but not least, from New York's Upper East Side, the Lillian B. Womrath, piloted by Anton Partridge.
George: Oh, no. Anton.
Anton: Gee, George, what did you do? Get that out of a cereal box? I'm glad you're here, George. Someone's gotta finish last.
Frederick: I don't like that child.
Boat Race Announcer: All set to get under way. It's time to get those boats in the water and grab your remote.
George: Stuart, get the remote.
Stuart: Aye-aye, captain.
Frederick: Wow, doesn't she look great?
Stuart: Uh-oh.

A Debate Over Eliminating a Mouse

Monty: I'm telling you, Snowy, this guy can fix anything.
Snowbell: But they're alley cats: mean, vicious and all hopped up on catnip.
Monty: Quit being a scaredy-cat. You wanna get rid of the mouse or not?
Snowbell: Of course I do.
Monty: All right, then. Hey! Hey, Smokey! Smokey, it's me, Monty!
Smokey: What is it now?
Monty: Well, my friend Snowbell here needs a favor.
Smokey: [chuckles] Snowbell? Now there's a manly name.
Snowbell: Yeah, you see, sir, I've got this mouse at home I can't eat.
Smokey: Sensitive stomach?
Snowbell: No. I can't eat him because he's, uh, a member of the family.
Smokey: A mouse with a pet cat?
Monty: Hahah! Isn't that funny?
Smokey: That's not funny! That's sick! A cat can't have a rodent as a master. I mean, what's this world comin to? It's against the laws of nature! Word of this gets out, it'll be bad for cats all over.
Snowbell: So you think you can help me?
Smokey: Consider it done.
Snowbell: Did you hear that, Monty? Thank you, Mr. Smokey, sir. I'll never forget this. Really.
Smokey: Don't worry, Tinkerbell. I'm all over it.
Snowbell: Hahaha! Tinker Bell! He called me Tinker Bell! You're a funny guy!
Smokey: Yeah, whatever. Jeez! Housecats...
Snowbell: Are you sure he'll keep this hush-hush?
Monty: Are you kidding? Cat's got his tongue. Get it? Cat's got his tongue because he's a cat.
Snowbell: Shut up.
Monty: Okay.

Finding Stuart in the House

Frederick: George?
George: Yes, Dad?
Eleanor: Have you seen Stuart?
George: He's down here with me.
Frederick: What are you doing to him?
George: He's helping me finish the Wasp.
Frederick: That's wonderful, son. That's terrific.
Stuart: Can't race her like this. Right, George?
George: Right.
Eleanor: When's the next race?
George: In two days.
Frederick: Two days?
Stuart: We'll be ready.
Frederick: How about we all go together?
Eleanor: It's a wonderful idea.
George: That would be great.
Stuart: All of us together. The whole family.
Snowbell: [crying] The whole family.

Exploring Imagination and Friendship in Play

George: What are you doing here?
Stuart: I just thought I'd drop in. Did you build these?
George: Me and my dad.
Stuart: [speaks with a Western accent.] This is incredible. It's like being in a real live Western. Howdy, partner. Draw, you lily-livered, yellow-bellied son-of-a-one-eyed-prairie-dog.
George: I'm trying to concentrate.
Stuart: [notices a train.] Sorry. Is that a train?
George: What's it look like, picklehead?
Stuart: Could we play with it? Please, please, please, please, please? Help! Somebody help me! Help! Please! Somebody help me! Tada! Thank you very much. Thank you.
George: You're crazy. I have an idea. Hop in.
Stuart: Wow, a roadster!
George: Go ahead, check it out. Stuart, what's wrong?
Stuart: Nothing. It's just... It's the first time I've fit in since I got here. What's that?
George: Oh, that. That's the Wasp.
Stuart: Wow. She is beautiful.
George: Yeah, but she's not finished.
Stuart: When are you gonna finish it?
George: Well, me and my dad were building her, but I decided to stop.
Stuart: How come?
George: I'm too little for a race like that.
Stuart: Little? You're not little. Well, not to me.
George: Stuart, you've never seen one of these races. There's hundreds of people there. Everybody from school. I mean... what if you lost?
Stuart: Well, at least you'll have been somewhere. Come on, George. What do you say? Let's get started.
George: You know... I'm not really sure I want a brother.
Stuart: How about a friend?
George: I guess I can always use a friend.

Unexpected Encounters Among Friends

Stuart: Oh, hello. You must be a friend of Snowbell's. I'm Stuart.
Monty: Uh, aren't you gonna run?
Stuart: Why?
Monty: Because you're a mouse.
Stuart: I'm not just a mouse. I'm a member of this family.
Monty: [confused; after a pause, he rolls over and roars with uncontrollable laughter; continues laughing] A mouse with a pet cat? A MOUSE WITH A PET CAT!
Stuart: I guess that is...pretty funny.
Monty: [Stuart laughs along with him. He looks down at Snowbell; laughs] Pretty funny?! I'M GONNA WET MY FUR! A MOUSE WITH A PET CAT! Your new little master! Wait until the boys hear all about this!
Snowbell: [embarrassed; to Stuart, angrily] Ohh, the humiliation... I'M GONNA KILL YOU!
Stuart: [alarmed] Oh, dear!
Snowbell: Come back here!
Snowbell: All right, no more Mr. Nice Kitty! You!
Snowbell: Get outta there! You can't go in there! That's George's room! Come back! Come on out! I'm not gonna hurt you! I, I... I just wanna show you something. Come on!

A Tense Encounter in the Kitchen

Snowbell: He's playing with my head. He's trying to psych me out. Sick little rodent!
Monty: Hey, Snow, let me in! I'm starving! What's in the dish today?
Snowbell: Oh, no. Monty the Mouth. If he sees Stuart, it'll be all over the neighborhood.
Monty: Come on, let me in!
Snowbell: Go away! There's no food here.
Monty: Please?
Snowbell: Shoo!
Monty: You know, I'm not picky, as long as it ain't meat loaf. That stuff gives me gas, something awful.
Snowbell: Sorry, it's meat loaf.
Monty: Oh well, Beggars can't be choosers. Load me up and light a match.
Snowbell: Oh no, no, Monty, Stop. You don't wanna do that.
Monty: Why? I eat out of garbage cans, drink out of public toilets. Like a little gas is gonna bother me.
Snowbell: No, wait. Don't! Oh, great. What am I gonna tell him now? Monty, I can explain.
Monty: Explain what?
Snowbell: Explain that you should stuff your face.
Monty: Oh, thanks.
Snowbell: Gee, Monty, I don't wanna rush you, but you really have to leave. The Littles are due back any minute, and you know they don't like strange cats in the house. Not that you're strange. Aaah!!!
Monty: Hey, Snow, what's wrong with you?
Snowbell: Nothing.
Monty: You know, you're the one acting strange. What is it? Worms? Fleas? Yeah, you look pale. Maybe you should see a vet.
Snowbell: A vet? What a swell idea. Do you know anybody? I'm not so happy with mine. He makes us wait, and his hands are always cold.
Monty: What was that?
Snowbell: What was that... what?
Monty: What was that-- What? Well, I hate to eat and run.
Snowbell: No, no, please. By all means, run. Run like the wind! Phew, that was gross.
Monty: Hey, Snow, I almost forgot to thank you. Hey. What the...?
Snowbell: Oh, no.
Stuart: Oh, my pants.
Snowbell: Say, they're really putting some wild prizes in there, huh, Monty?

A Proposal for Friendship Rejected

Stuart: Hey, Snow? I know that you and I got off on the wrong paw. I just wanted to see if we could start out fresh. You know? Clean slate. What do you say? Wanna be friends?
Snowbell: No.
Stuart: Okay then.

Rules and Regulations Regarding Mouse Families

Mrs. Keeper: It's out of the question and it's against the rules. Besides, It's very hard to track mouse families. They're not very good with paperwork.
Eleanor: But he has an empty space.
Mrs. Keeper: Are there problems with Stuart?
Frederick: Problem? No, not at all.
Eleanor: Well, there's been a few...
Frederick: Difficulties.
Mrs. Keeper: Difficulties?
Eleanor: Well, like the cat trying to eat him when we first brought him home.
Frederick: He spat the boy out, of course, in one heck of a jiffy. Mrs. Keeper, he wants to know about his family. Any child would have questions about that.

A Curious Question in the Night

Frederick: What, what? Where?
Eleanor: [screams] Stuart, did I hurt you? What's the matter?
Stuart: I just wanted to ask you something, but you were already asleep.
Frederick: What did you wanna ask?
Stuart: About my real family. You know, the ones I look like.
Eleanor: He hates us.
Frederick: We've never been hated before.
Stuart: No, no, no. It's not that. It's not that at all. It's just that... something's missing. I feel an empty space inside me and I want to know what was there before.
Frederick: You have an empty space. That's so sad.
Stuart: Oh, dear. I hope I haven't left you dismayed and disappointed.
Eleanor: No, don't, no.
Frederick: No, we don't feel dismayed and disappointed.
Eleanor: Not at all.
Stuart: Are you sure?
Frederick: We're certain, Stuart. And if you want us to, we'll find out about your real parents.
Stuart: Well, good night, then.

The Significance of Schmelling in Conversation

Eleanor: Oh, Stuart, look!
Frederick: Look at that! This is a real Schmelling.
Stuart: Those are the best kind.
Uncle Crenshaw: You know what they say: "If it ain't Schmelling"...
Littles: It ain't bowling".
Uncle Stretch: Look here, Stuart. Climb on up here, son. Plant your caboose right up here.
Aunt Beatrice: He may have to grow into it.
Aunt Tina: I think he's grown a little since we've been here.
Grandma Estelle: That's what happened to me. One summer, I just shot right up.
Stuart: May I say something? In the orphanage, we used to tell fairy tales of finding our families and having a party like this. A party with cakes and presents and all varieties of meat loaf. A party with a big family who came from far away just to wish us well. I don't know much about families, but this must be the nicest family in the world. So I just wanted to thank each of you. Because now I know, fairy tales are real.
Snowbell: Fairy tales are real? Oy, I think I'm gonna cough up a furball.
Uncle Crenshaw: And now, it's time for the best present of all. It's something for you and George.
Frederick: George. Stand next to Stuart.
Uncle Crenshaw: [He gives an old brown baseball to George.] This is something that gave your father and me hours of enjoyment when we were young brothers just like you and Stuart. This ball belonged to your great-great-grandfather, Jedediah Little. Remember, Frederick, those long summer days playing catch?
Frederick: Yeah.
Cousin Edgar: George, why don't you take your brother outside and toss around the old horsehide?
Uncle Crenshaw: Yeah, what do you say, George? You ready?
George: [thinking that everyone lost his mind] Are you all nuts? Bicycles and bowling balls? How's he gonna toss a baseball? How's he gonna do any of those things? He's not my brother, he's a mouse.
Uncle Stretch: Time to go.
Aunt Beatrice: Excellent idea.

Family Greetings and Introductions at the Gathering

Eleanor: [chuckles] Oh, hello!
Aunt Tina: Hello, we're here.
Eleanor: Oh, Crenshaw!
Aunt Beatrice: Hi, auntie.
Frederick: Crenshaw!
Uncle Crenshaw: Frederick!
Frederick: Little high, Little low!
Littles: Little hey, Little ho!
Aunt Beatrice: We come bearing gifts for young Stuart.
Cousin Edgar: Yes, where is my new nephew?
Uncle Crenshaw: The Little family's getting bigger and bigger.
Stuart: Boy. That's a lot of Littles.
George: Uncle Crenshaw!
Uncle Crenshaw: There's my favorite little nephew.
Uncle Stretch: Oh, you can't say that anymore, Crenshaw.
Aunt Tina: That's right. Now we have two favorite little nephews.
Cousin Edgar: That's right. Where is the lad?
Uncle Stretch: He has a lot of gifts to open.
George: Are any of those for me?
Frederick: Attention, everybody. We'd like to introduce you to someone.
Eleanor: This is Stuart.
Stuart: Hello, everyone.
Uncle Stretch: He's a, a...
Aunt Beatrice: ...dorable!
Aunt Tina: Adorable!
Uncle Stretch: Yeah, that's right. I couldn't think of the word.

The Many Moods of Ben

Eleanor: Something formal, I should think. I'm not sure of the fabric, but it should breathe. He has a tendency to burrow and climb and generally scurry about.
Salesman: Well, I'm sure we can find something to suit your particular need. Here we have Barbados Ben. Chef Ben. Lumberjack Ben. And, of course, Gladiator Ben.
Eleanor: Does Ben always dress like this?
Salesman: No, madam. There are many moods of Ben... and it all depends on the occasion.
Eleanor: Well, what if the occasion were a simple family party?
Salesman: I think I have just the thing.
Frederick: There they are.
Eleanor: George?
Frederick: Shopping?
Eleanor: Stuart, everything all right in there?
Stuart: Don't come in.
Frederick: Shy.
Stuart: How do I look?
Frederick: Fantastic. I hardly recognize you.
Eleanor: Very smart.
Frederick: You look just like a Little.
Stuart: I do? Good. I was worried I was gonna look just like Ben.

Choosing a New Wardrobe Together

Frederick: Glad you're feeling better, Stuart.
Stuart: Me too.
Eleanor: We'll pick out a whole new wardrobe.
Frederick: Here you go. Come on, George. This'll be fun.
George: I don't wanna go shopping with Stuart.
Elreanor: You should...
Frederick: [to George] Talk to him. You're right. So, George, I wanted to talk to you about Stuart. I just want you to know that if you and he were to spend some real time together, you know, brother time...
George: Look at that one.
Frederick: Come on, George. You have a boat, a beautiful one.
George: It's not finished.
Frederick: You better get moving. The race is soon.
George: So?
Frederick: Don't you wanna race your boat, George?
George: I'm not so good at the racing part.
Frederick: So what? It doesn't matter about winning. You try like heck, and you have fun.
George: It's fun to finish last?

Unexpected Outcome After Detergent Incident

Eleanor: Is he going to be alright?
Dr. Beechwood: Well, a lad that size swallowing all that detergent. Amazingly, I think he's going to be fine.
Eleanor: Oh.
Dr. Beechwood: Also, he's very clean. Yeah.

A Morning Wake-Up Call for the Family

Eleanor: George? Time to get up.
George: Okay, Mom.
Eleanor: Stuart, you too.
Stuart: Okay, Mom.
Eleanor: George, I'm trying to get the laundry started.
George: OK!
Eleanor: In the laundry chute, please!
George: OK!
Eleanor: Thank you.
Stuart: Oh, dear. Mom! Hello! Mom! It's Stuart! I'm in the washing machine. Mom! Hello, Mom! Where are you going?
Eleanor: That's odd.
Frederick: What is?
Eleanor: I thought someone was at the door.
Frederick: You look beautiful, dear.
Eleanor: Honey, should we talk to George before you go?
Frederick: About what?
Eleanor: About Stuart. He hasn't exactly embraced the situation.
Stuart: Snowbell! Thank goodness you're here. I'm locked in the washer! Can you help me? Can you turn this thing off?
Snowbell: Why would I turn it off? It's my favorite show.
Stuart: That's funny. That's funny, Snowbell. Snowbell, you can't leave me!
Snowbell: Talk to the butt.
Stuart: Where are you going?
Snowbell: I've gotta stare at traffic, yawn, lick myself. And believe me, that could take hours if you do it right. Ciao!
Frederick: Are you sure that Stuart is happy here?
Eleanor: He's having the time of his life.
Stuart: Help! Somebody, please help me!
Eleanor: Bye. Hi, Stuart.
Stuart: Help!
Eleanor: Stuart! Stuart, where are you? Oh, Stuart! Stuart!
Eleanor: Stuart, are you all right?
Stuart: [coughs] I'm okay, Mom. I'm... Ahh!

Stuart's Comfort Amidst Feline Rivalry

Stuart: [nervously] Nice kitty... nice kitty, pretty kitty...
Snowball: Are you cosy?
Stuart: Yes... thanks, I'm quite comfortable--
Snowbell: [angrily] Cause all I've got to sleep on is a rag in the corner, you little rat!
Stuart: You seem tense...
Snowbell: Tense? Oh, I'm... I'm way past tense!
Stuart: [gets up and approaches him] Well, maybe I can help? What do you like? Can I... can I scratch your ears? I could rub your tummy.
Snowbell: How'd you like to rub it from the inside, mouse boy?
Stuart: [taken aback] Sorry, I-- I'm a little confused. I thought that's what you do with a pet.
Snowbell: [outraged] A PET?! I am not your pet! I'm a cat, you're a mouse! You should be living in a hole! This is my family.
Stuart: Can't we share em?
Snowbell: [heading for the window; groans to himself as he jumps out and leaves] Read my furry pink lips: no! I can't believe this. I'm arguing with lunch. And stay away from the windows. If the other cats find out about this, I'm ruined! I gotta relax. Where's my tinkleball?

A New Room for Stuart

Eleanor: Your new bedroom.
Frederick: We hope you like it.
Stuart: Sure is roomy. Good night, Mom. Good night, Dad.
Frederick: Good night, son.
Eleanor: Good night, sweetie.

Dinner Conversation and Curiosity

Frederick: Meat loaf is delicious, dear.
Eleanor: Cajun. Shall we get to know each other a little? George? Don't you have anything you wanna ask Stuart?
Stuart: Sure, George. Go ahead. I'm an open book. Ask me anything, the first thing that pops into your head.
George: Could you pass the gravy?

Introducing the New Family Member

George: Mom, Dad, I'm home! Is he here? Is my brother here?
Eleanor: He certainly is.
George: Where is he?
Eleanor: He's here. Stuart, this is George. George, this is Stuart, your new brother.
George: No. Really?
Frederick: Really, George. This is your new brother.
George: You look somewhat like a mouse.
Stuart: Yeah, well, I am somewhat like a mouse.
George: I see. I have to go.
Stuart: Is it just me, or did he seem a little disappointed?
Eleanor: Well, he's always a little tired after school.
Frederick: Perks up around dinnertime.

The Meaning of Home for the Littles

Frederick: Well, Stuart, here we are, the family home.
Eleanor: They say every Little can find this house.
Frederick: Even if they've never been here before.
Eleanor: It's just something inside them.
Stuart: Something inside.
Frederick: So would you like a tour?
Stuart: I don't have any money.
Eleanor: That's Uncle Crenshaw, Cousin Edgar, Grandpa Spencer. That's Aunt Beatrice and that's George, your brother.
Stuart: Look, he's already happy to see me.
Frederick: [after introducing Stuart to the other Littles] Well, that's just about everyone, except for-
Eleanor: [to Snowbell, angrily] Snowbell! Drop him right now!
Frederick: [to Snowbell, angrily] You spit Stuart out this instant, Snowbell! Spit him right out!
Eleanor: [to Stuart] Stuart? Are you alright?
Stuart: [Mr. Little picks up Snowbell, as Stuart checks his tail, which is in one piece, and sighs in relief] Wait! I'm fine.
Frederick: [sternly to Snowbell] You must never harm Stuart. Do you understand?
Eleanor: Never, or out you'll go, Mr. Snow!
Frederick: Stuart is one of the family now. We do not eat family members.

The Challenge of Choosing Among Orphans

Orphan: Nice move, Red.
Eleanor: Oh, Frederick, look at them. How could we possibly...?
Frederick: Choose? I know.
Eleanor: They all seem so...
Frederick: Wonderful.
Stuart: You know what's wonderful? What's wonderful is how you both know what the other one is gonna say, before you even say it. Not that it's any of my business.
Frederick: Yes, that happens when you've been together as long as we have.
Eleanor: From being a family.
Stuart: Family. Wow. Well, for a family, you've certainly come to the right place. I think we can find just what you're looking for. If you want a girl, Susan can read French. And Edith over there can tap dance while blowing bubbles. Or maybe you wanted a boy.
Frederick: Actually, I think we were leaning towards a boy.
Stuart: Well, in that case, Benny can do handstands. Andy can run 100 yards faster than you can say, Ready, set, go.
Eleanor: You certainly know a lot about everyone, don't you?
Stuart: That's what happens when you've been here as long as I have. Let's face it. Not everyone wants to adopt someone like me. You shouldn't worry about choosing. It happens the same way every time. First, you won't know what to do. You'll be a bit scared. Then you'll meet one of them. You'll talk to him. Somehow, you just know.
Mrs. Keeper: Are you quite certain you're prepared to handle his uniqueness?
Eleanor: Oh, my, yes. His uniqueness is a perfect fit for the Little family.
Mrs. Keeper: Mr. and Mrs. Little, we try to discourage couples from adopting children outside their own... species. It rarely works out.
Eleanor: Well, it will in this case.
Lyle Lovett: I have a dream that everywhere I go Most everyone captures my eye And they find me so fascinating Indicating a quite a keen interest in A very special guy
Orphans: Bye, Stuart! Bye! We'll miss you!
Lyle Lovett: Oh I'm so lonely
Stuart: So what do I call you?
Eleanor: Mom.
Frederick: And Dad.
Eleanor: We haven't told you the best news of all. You have a brother. Named George.
Stuart: A brother! What do I call him?
Eleanor: George.
Lyle Lovett: I'm feeling relatively blue Oh how I'd love a next to kin or two There has to a place for me Where I belong right now Don't need a dynasty, a name to share, a heart to care That's really all, and then I'd be walking tall A name to share, a heart to care And then I'd be walking tall

Anticipation of Adoption Explained

Mrs. Keeper: We've been through your paperwork, and it seems to be in order. Adoption isn't for everyone, but you seem like people with plenty of love to share. So how are you feeling?
Eleanor: Goodness, we're...
Frederick: Tingling...
Eleanor: ...with anticipation.
Mrs. Keeper: Recess. Time for you to meet them. Feel free to walk around. They're used to having strangers.
Eleanor: Thank you.
Mrs. Keeper: Lovely people.

The Significance of Today

George: It's today! It's today! It's today! It's today! It's today! It's today! It's today!
Eleanor: It's always today, George.
George: I mean, this is the day.
Eleanor: That's right.
George: Can't I come?
Frederick: You have to go to school, George.
George: Will he be here when I get home?
Eleanor: I think so.
George: I'll play ball with him. I'll wrestle with him. I'll teach him how to spit.
Eleanor: It's gonna be so much fun.
Frederick: For all of us.
George: How will you know if you pick the right one?
Frederick: Uh--
Eleanor: I don't know. We'll...
George: You'll just know.
Eleanor: Bye, sweetie.
George: Remember, I want a little brother, not a big brother.

Discouraging Inter-Species Adoption for Couples

Mrs. Keeper: Mr. and Mrs. Little, we try to discourage couples from adopting outside of their own...species. It rarely works out.

A Group Discovers Stuart's Unique Situation

Smokey: How you doing? You must be Stuart.
Monty: A MOUSE WITH A PET CAT!
Lucky: What's your hurry, Murray?
Red: Yeah, where you going, Murray? Um, Stuart. What's his name?
Mr. Scout: Taxi! What does a mouse have to do to get a cab in this city?
Mrs. Scout: I'm gonna miss that boy.

A Brother's Unconventional Identity

George: That's no mouse, that's my brother.

Facing Unfamiliar Hatred

Frederick Little: We've never been hated before.

Eleanor's Firm Stance on Mr. Snow

Eleanor Little: Never! Or out you go, Mr. Snow.

Snowbell's Perspective on Boredom and Routine

Snowbell: Oh, I've got to stare at traffic, yawn, lick myself and believe me, that can take hours if you do it right. Ciao.

Identity and Belonging in Stuart Little

Stuart Little: That's why I've been feeling so sad. That's why I keep thinking of them! I'm not a Stout, I'm a Little! I'm Stuart Little! I'M STUART... LITTLE!!!!