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!
More lines from Snowbell
7 quotes Snowbell Snowbell I try to eat right, and yet I still feel bloated. Maybe more food will help.
Snowbell [trying to keep up with Stuart in his car]
Hey! Mario Andretti, 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 [after Stuart's car breaks down]
This is a sign, Stuart. Like the burning bush... except it's a carburetor and I'm not Moses.
Snowbell Giving up is fun! And just think of the time you save! I'm telling ya, Stuart – if more people gave up, there'd be fewer wars.
Snowbell 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? [cut to Snowbell being elevated upward on a window washing platform, nervously looking down at the street below] I hope I live to regret this..
Snowbell [trying to get the Littles' attention]
Ho little, hoo wittle, hey wattle...
Scenes with Snowbell
15 scenes
Meanwhile, you can use my cat's bed.
You have a cat?!
Oh, don't worry about Snowbell. He wouldn't hurt a fly.
Snowbell [Outside, Snowbell catches a fly and eats it] [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]
Hi, there.
Snowbell [alarmed]
AAH!
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.
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!
Little high, little low!
Little hey, little ho!
What the heck was that?
Stuart Little
Oh, that's just how we greet each other.
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] [softly]
Oh! Such a pretty little birdie!
Snowbell [walking out of the room]
Maybe it's just my friends she hates.
Hi, George. Hi, Stuart.
Hi, Will.
You want to take a break for a while? I brought my PS2.
Yeah. Okay.
But, what about the plane?
I want to play with Will for a while.
Play with Snowbell.
Snowbell [mockingly singing]
♪ One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do. ♪ [laughs mockingly]
[sarcastically]
Ha, ha, ha. [climbs into the plane's cockpit] Oh, well. Guess I'll have to finish it myself. If I can just-- [his shirt starts the plane] Oh, dear!
Sounds like a lawnmower.
Inside the house?
Both
[alarmed]
Stuart!
[Snowbell is sleeping, and Stuart wakes him up, and asks him to join his search in finding Margalo] [whispers]
Snow? Snowbell?
Snowbell AAAH! The good silverware's in the dining room! Take whatever you want, but don't hurt me!
It's me, Stuart.
Snowbell Oh, you. This better be important.
Margalo's still missing.
Snowbell I should've been more specific. I meant "important to me"!
I was going to go look for her, and I was hoping that you could come with me.
Snowbell Look, Stuart. Do yourself a favor. Buy a parakeet and forget her.
I can't forget her! She's in terrible trouble, and I have to help her! I mean, what am I, a man or a...mouse?
Snowbell Uh... is that a trick question?
Come on, you gotta help me.
Snowbell Mmm-hmm, and, uh, why would I do that?
Well, because we're family, and, and because, I'd do the same for you. And because if you don't, and the Littles ask where I've gone, George is gonna tell them that you ate me.
Snowbell [outraged]
WHAT?!? Why, you little rat! Oooh! You know something? Everybody thinks you're so nice. You're not so nice.
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!
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!
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?
Chinese Restaurant Owner
[Scene cuts to Monty being thrown out of a Chinese restaurant and into a dumpster] [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]
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!
Snowbell We've been looking all over for you.
We need your help.
Hey, Snow, buddy, are you two still friends, or can I eat him?
Snowbell No, Monty, you can't eat him.
Snowbell [strictly]
NO! Now pay attention. What do you know about a bird called Falcon?
"Falcon"? Ohh, that's a bad guy, you don't wanna fool with him.
Do you know where we can find him?
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!
Snowbell, are you all right?
Snowbell [looking terrified]
Oh, yeah. In fact, good news: I no longer need a litterbox.
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.
I told you, I'm not givin' up! We're gonna find the Falcon.
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.
Snowbell [Snowbell looks at a restaurant menu]
Salmon, catfish, tuna... Why do they taunt me?
How can you think of food at a time like this? Stay on track, will you?
Snowbell Look, I'm nervous. When I'm nervous, I eat. Cause I know, in my growling gut, that if anything happens to you, I'll be blamed! I'm sure the Littles already know we're gone and are planning on replacing me with a hamster!
Don't worry. George has us covered.
Snowbell George?! George doesn't know poop from applesauce! And I say that with a great deal of affection.
Snowbell What do I look like, a fanny pack?
[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?
In the can!
Snowbell Oh. Okay, I'll wait.
No! In-in the paint can.
Snowbell Ohhhh. Why are you in there? Is this some kind of trick?
Just get me out!
Snowbell Is Stuart in there, too?
Snowbell [horrified]
What? Stuart is dead?
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!
Really?
Snowbell No, but I am very unhappy! [cries in regret]
[Snowbell is in a paint can, and Falcon is about to roll him off the building]
Don't do it, Falcon, or else!
Snowbell Do what?! What's he doing?!
Or else what?
Or else, you'll lose... this. [Margalo holds up Mrs. Little's ring]
Put that down, Margalo!
I'm through doing what you tell me to do. I'm leaving you, Falcon, forever!
Oh, and what do you think you'll be without me?!
Free. [flies off]
Big mistake! I'll be back for you, furball.
Snowbell Don't hurry!
Snowbell! You made it.
Thank goodness you're all right!
Snowbell! Where have you been? You wouldn't believe what Stuart and Margalo have been through!
Snowbell... you should have seen it. [taking Stuart and Margalo in his hands] These two were so brave. Let's go home.
Snowbell [The family heads away; Snowbell watches them go, aghast]
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!
Snowbell [delighted]
Tuna? I love these people! [runs after them] Wait! Wait for me!
Bogeys, 12:00! I got him, Brooklyn! Yeah! Wouldn't it be cool if I actually flew this thing?
Yeah. There's only one problem.
Both
Mom.
Hello, Mrs. Little.
Hi, Will.
Is George home?
He's in with Stuart.
All we need to do is tighten her up and she's ready to fly.
Hi, George. Hi, Stuart.
Hi, Will.
Hi.
Hey, George, you wanna take a break for a while? I brought my PS2.
Yeah, okay.
But, what about the plane?
I wanna play with Will for a while.
Play with Snowbell.
Snowbell [singing]
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do.
Oh, well. Guess I'll have to finish it myself. If I can just... Oh dear.
Hey, what's that noise?
Sounds like a lawnmower.
Inside the house?
Both
[alarmed]
Stuart!
Whoa!
Stuart! What are you doing?!
I'm not doing anything!
Pull the brake!
Get the book!
This is cool. All my brother does is jam crayons up his nose!
It says, "On takeoff, pull back on the throttle."
Takeoff?! I'm in the air! Snowbell, get outta the way!
Snowbell Aahhh! Please, don't hurt me!
What's going on?
Oh, nothing. Stuart's just flying in the house.
At least he's indoors; nothing bad can happen.
Watch out! Hit the dirt!
Stuart!
Duck!
Stuart! Stuart! Are you all right?
Are you okay?
I'm-I'm, uh, I'm okay. E-Everything's fine.
No, no-no, I-I'm sure with some glue, we can fix this.
No, we can't. That's going in the trash. It's much too dangerous.
Honey, why don't you take the boys home? I think Stuart and I need to have a little talk.
Good idea. Come on, boys. Let's go home.
She treats me like a baby.
I'm gonna fix you both some lunch.
She just loves you so much. It's hard for her to think of you in danger.
Oh, this has been a bad day. Mom's mad, George doesn't wanna play with me....
I know. But every cloud has a silver lining.
Doesn't that make them kind of heavy?
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.
Like in this situation, the silver lining would be... help me, Dad, because I'm struggling.
George has found a new friend. That means you could find a new friend too.
You're a lot better at this than I am.
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.
Then what?
One step at a time.
You're so strong. Are you an athlete?
Uh, well, yeah. I play a little soccer, fly airplanes, race boats.
You can put me down now. My legs are fine. It's my wing that's hurt.
Oh. Yeah... of course. There used to be bandages in here. Hmm... Hey, why don't we try your scarf?
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.
Aw, gee, that's too bad.
Yeah.
There. How's that?
That's much better. Thank you. So tell me, Stuart Little, do you actually live here?
Oh yeah. I'm a real Little. I'm the middle child. The middle Little.
Cute.
So, where do you live?
You know, here and there.
Wait a minute. You mean you don't have a home?
Once. We lived in a box. Well, not really a box. It was one of those things where people keep their jewelry, you know?
A jewelry box?
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.
No-no, wait. You can't go out there. Not while you're hurt. You should stay here.
Oh, I couldn't impose. I mean, you'd really do that for me?
Sure, I have just the thing. I'll be right back. Meanwhile, you can use my cat's bed.
You have a cat?!
Oh, don't worry about Snowbell. He wouldn't hurt a fly.
Snowbell [Outside, Snowbell catches a fly and eats it] [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]
Hi, there. [Snowbell screams in alarm] 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 coughs] Hairball! Major hairball! Ugh! And yet, we continue to lick ourselves. Unbelievable.
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!
Little high, little low!
What the heck was that?
Stuart Little
Oh, that's just how we greet each other.
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!
[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.
George! Stuart! Breakfast! Get it while it's hot.
Say, "Mama." Say, "Dada." Say... anything?
Morning, George.
Where's Stuart?
He already left.
He did? Without eating breakfast?
He had to get to school early... because he's in a school play.
Really?
Yes. He plays a mouse. And they rehearse every morning before school.
Well, why didn't he tell us?
He forgot. You know, being worried about Margalo.
Right.
Well, good. This'll keep his mind off it.
Gotta go.
Say, "Oatmeal."
Snowbell [after Stuart's car overheats]
Oh, boy. This is a sign, Stuart. Like the burning bush…expect it's a carburetor and I'm not Moses. But it's telling us something, let your people go.
We're not giving up.
Snowbell Oh, why not? Giving up is fun! And look at all the time you save! I'm telling you, Stuart; if more people gave up, there'd be fewer wars.
Snowbell Oh, I'll bet something terrible has happened. Oh, the Littles will kill me. Oh, 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… Ohhh! [entering Falcon's lair] Stuart? Yoo-hoo! Stuart? Come out, come out, wherever you are. Please don't jump out from behind anything. Remember, I... I have a strong stomach, but a very weak heart. Here, mousy, mousy...
[hearing him from inside a paint can where Falcon has her imprisoned]
Snowbell? Is that you? Is that really you?
Snowbell Margalo? Where are you?
In the can!
Snowbell Oh. Okay, I'll wait.
No! In-- In the paint can.
Snowbell [getting the idea]
Ohhhh. Why are you in there? Is this some kind of trick?
Just get me out!
Snowbell Is Stuart in there, too?
Snowbell [shocked]
What? Stuart is dead?
Falcon killed him.
Snowbell [saddened]
No. He can't be, he's...I, I was supposed to protect him! Ohh! I wish it was me who'd been killed!
Really?
Snowbell No, but I am very unhappy! [cries in regret]
Stuart!
Stuart, are you okay?
I am now; Margalo saved me.
We saved each other.
What...What did you think you were doing?
I'm sorry, mom.
You ran away from home...
I know.
...And you had George lie to us!
Yeah.
Then, why am I so proud of you?
Yeah, I took it.
And now, she's giving it back.
Thank goodness you're all right!
Snowbell! Where have you been? You wouldn't believe what Stuart and Margalo have been through!
Snowbell...you should have seen it. [taking Stuart and Margalo in his hands] These two were so brave. Let's go home.
Snowbell [The family heads away] [watching the family go, aghast]
And how 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!
Snowbell [delighted]
Tuna? I love these people! [runs after them] Wait! Wait for me!
I-I guess they're flying south for the winter, huh?
I guess.
You've always... dreamed of going, haven't ya? But Falcon never let you.
Every year I'd just watch all the other birds go. The ones who were free.
You're free.
Stuart, we'd be so far apart.
It wouldn't change a thing.
Well....
You're sure you know where you are going? Cause we can call AAA.
We can get you maps, discount coupons.
There's a place in South Carolina where they do the best pecan pie you would ever taste.
I'm a bird. Instinct should take over.
I guess you've been waiting for this a long time.
All my life. Only...
Only what, dear?
Well, now it's not just talk. Now it's the real thing.
Are you scared?
The world's pretty big, and I'm pretty small.
Somebody once told me, "You're as big as you feel." Just spread your wings... and soar.
I'll miss you, Stuart.
I'll miss you, too.
I'll miss all of you. You too, Snowbell.
Snowbell I'm not gonna cry.
Little hi, Little low!
Littles
Little hey, Little ho!
Yeah, Dad?
What's the silver lining this time?
She'll be back in the spring.
Martha
[They watch Margalo flying away] [waving; first words]
Bye-bye, birdie.
Snowball
[breaking the fourth wall; snarky]
Big deal. When she can fall out of a tree and land on her feet, then I'll be impressed.
