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.
I'm not sure that's technically, y'know, a word.
Of course it is! But your Uncle Crenshaw says that every Little starts talking by nine months!
In Uncle Crenshaw's case, never stops.
Meanwhile, you can use my cat's bed.
Oh, don't worry about Snowbell. He wouldn't hurt a fly.
[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]
Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.
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.
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!
[from offscreen]
Hi, we're home! Sorry we're late.
SL Stuart Little
Oh, that's just how we greet each other.
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!
[walking out of the room]
Maybe it's just my friends she hates.
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.
[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!
[after Stuart whispers something to her]
Snow? Want some tuna when we get home?
[delighted]
Tuna? I love these people! [runs after them] Wait! Wait for me!