Why would I turn it off? It's my favorite show.
Stuart Little (1999) · 90 quotes
Explain that you should stuff your face.
More lines from Snowbell
5 quotesTinkerbell! [laughs] He called me Tinkerbell You're a funny guy!
Fairy tales are real? Oy, I'm gonna cough up a furball.
I'm sorry, it's meatloaf.
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.
Scenes with Snowbell
17 scenesSnow, where are you going?
Oh. I got to stare at traffic, yawn, lick myself. And believe me, that could take hours if you do it right. Ciao.
Aren't you going to run?
Why?
Because you're a mouse.
I'm not just a mouse. I'm a member of this family.
A mouse with a pet cat?
I guess that's pretty funny!
Pretty funny? I'm gonna wet my fur! A MOUSE WITH A PET CAT! [laughs hard more, and looks down at Snowbell, who is embarrassed] Your new little master? Wait until the boys hear all about this!
Oh, the humiliation... [to Stuart] I'm gonna kill you!
Oh, dear!
Come back here! [after a few chases, and ending up in the garbage can] Alright, no more Mr. Nice Kitty. You!
Aaah! [runs off into George's room]
They know about the Stouts! They know about the Stouts! The jig is up! What're we gonna do?!
Hey, get ahold of yourself. What are you talking about?
This is very-- I'm in big--! I'm in DEEP POOPY-DOO!
Calm down, calm down. Don't get your fur in a bunch. All we need is a new plan.
We do what we should've done in the first place; We scratch him out.
Scratch him out?
But Smokey, the police are involved! I don't wanna get kicked out of my house! I'm not a street cat, I'm a house cat! I don't wanna lose my furry basket or my tinkle-ball that I push along the floor with my nose!
Snow, buddy, pull yourself together.
It's settled. Stuart Little get scratched tonight.
Didn't your mothers warn you not to go into Central Park at night?
My mother was the reason you didn't go into Central Park at night!
Yeah, you tell 'em, Smokey!
Snowbell, you saved me?
Yeah, yeah. Look, let's get one thing straight. I'm doing this for the Littles. They used to love you. George says he used to love you. They're all miserable without you.
But, Snowbell, you said--
I know what I said, I... I lied, okay? Welcome to Manhattan. I'm the one that hates you more than anything.
Oh, Snowbell. You do care! [hugs his front leg]
Ugh. Yeah, yeah, okay. Okay, that's enough.
Snow, what's he doin' to your leg? I can't help to think this is wrong.
What the Hell's goin' on here?
Uh, look, Smokey, uh, call me fickled, but... I want to call this whole thing off, okay?
Too late.
Come on, Smokey, can't we talk it over? You know, Stuart's not so bad once you get to know him, and he's got his own car.
Careful, house cat. You're askin' for it.
Snow, what are you doin'? Come on, he's just a mouse.
He's not just a mouse. He's-- He's-- He's family.
Oh, yeah! [laughing hysterically] I could see the resemblance! [he and the other cats laugh hysterically]
Is that what you think? You have to look alike to be family? [the cats abruptly stop laughing] You don't have to look alike. You don't even have to like each other. Look at Snowbell: He hates me, and still, he's tryin' to save me. And I hate him too. He decides to never speak to me again. Sure, you'll probably scratch him up pretty bad, you'd tear him to shreds; you may even kill him... [Snowbell gulps] ...but Snowbell will not run away, and that is what family is all about. Right...Snow?
Maybe "Family"'s too strong a word.
Scratch 'em both!
Both?!
You know, Snow, I don't know how to thank you.
How about not kicking me in the sides? I'm beginning to bruise.
Sorry. I was getting excited, I've never ridden a cat bareback before.
Well, don't get used to it.
Your new bedroom.
We hope you like it.
Sure is roomy. Good night, Mom. Good night, Dad.
Good night, son.
Good night, sweetie.
Nice kitty. Nice kitty, pretty kitty.
Are you cosy?
Yes... thanks, I'm quite comfortable--
Cause all I've got to sleep on is a rag in the corner, you little rat!
You seem tense...
Tense? Oh, I'm... I'm way past tense!
Well, maybe I can help? [gets up and approaches him] What do you like? Can I... can I scratch your ears? I could rub your tummy.
How'd you like to rub it from the inside, mouse boy?
Sorry, I-- I'm a little confused. I thought that's what you do with a pet.
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.
Can't we share 'em?
Read my furry pink lips: no! [heading for the window] 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! [groans to himself as he jumps out and leaves] I gotta relax. Where's my tinkleball?
George? Time to get up.
Okay, Mom.
Stuart, you too.
Okay, Mom.
George, I'm trying to get the laundry started.
OK!
In the laundry chute, please!
OK!
Thank you.
Oh, dear. Mom! Hello! Mom! It's Stuart! I'm in the washing machine. Mom! Hello, Mom! Where are you going?
Hmm. That's odd.
What is?
I thought someone was at the door.
You look beautiful, dear.
Honey, should we talk to George before you go?
About what?
About Stuart. He hasn't exactly embraced the situation.
Snowbell! Thank goodness you're here. I'm locked in the washer! Can you help me? Can you turn this thing off?
Why would I turn it off? It's my favorite show.
That's funny. That's funny, Snowbell. Snowbell, you can't leave me!
Talk to the butt.
Where are you going?
I've gotta stare at traffic, yawn, lick myself. And believe me, that could take hours if you do it right. Ciao!
Are you sure that Stuart is happy here?
He's having the time of his life.
Help! Somebody, please help me!
Bye. Hi, Stuart.
Mom!
Stuart! Stuart, where are you? Oh, Stuart! Stuart!
Stuart, are you all right?
I'm okay, Mom. I'm... [coughs] Ahh!
Is he going to be alright?
Well, a lad that size swallowing all that detergent. Amazingly, I think he's going to be fine.
Oh.
Also, he's very clean. Yeah.
Oh, hello!
Hello, we're here.
Oh, Crenshaw!
Hi, auntie.
Crenshaw!
Frederick!
Little high, Little low!
Little hey, Little ho!
We come bearing gifts for young Stuart.
Yes, where is my new nephew?
The Little family's getting bigger and bigger.
Boy.
That's a lot of Littles.
Uncle Crenshaw!
Ah! Oh! Ah! [chuckles] There's my favorite little nephew.
Oh, you can't say that anymore, Crenshaw.
That's right. Now we have two favorite little nephews.
That's right. Where is the lad?
He has a lot of gifts to open.
Are any of those for me?
Attention, everybody. We'd like to introduce you to someone.
This is Stuart.
Hello, everyone.
He's a, a...
...dorable!
Adorable!
Yeah, that's right. I couldn't think of the word.
Oh, Stuart, look!
Look at that! This is a real Schmelling.
Those are the best kind.
You know what they say: "If it ain't Schmelling"...
"It ain't bowling".
Look here, Stuart. Climb on up here, son. Plant your caboose right up here.
He may have to grow into it.
I think he's grown a little since we've been here.
That's what happened to me. One summer, I just shot right up.
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.
Fairy tales are real? Oy, I think I'm gonna cough up a furball.
And now, it's time for the best present of all. It's something for you and George.
George. Stand next to Stuart.
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. [He gives an old brown baseball to George.] Remember, Frederick, those long summer days playing catch?
Yeah.
George, why don't you take your brother outside and toss around the old horsehide?
Yeah, what do you say, George? You ready?
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.
Time to go.
Excellent idea.
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?
No.
Okay then.
He's playing with my head. He's trying to psych me out. Sick little rodent!
Hey, Snow, let me in! I'm starving! What's in the dish today?
Oh, no. Monty the Mouth. If he sees Stuart, it'll be all over the neighborhood.
Come on, let me in!
Go away! There's no food here.
Please?
Shoo!
You know, I'm not picky, as long as it ain't meat loaf. That stuff gives me gas, something awful.
Sorry, it's meat loaf.
Oh, well, Beggars can't be choosers. Load me up and light a match.
Oh, no, no, Monty, stop. You don't wanna do that.
Why? I eat out of garbage cans, drink out of public toilets. Like a little gas is gonna bother me.
No, wait. Don't! Oh, great. What am I gonna tell him now? Monty, I can explain.
Explain what?
Explain that you should stuff your face.
Oh, thanks.
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!!!
Hey, Snow, what's wrong with you?
Nothing.
You know, you're the one acting strange. What is it? Worms? Fleas? Yeah, you look pale. Maybe you should see a vet.
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.
What was that?
What was that... what?
What was that-- What? Well, I hate to eat and run.
No, no, please. By all means, run. Run like the wind! [Monty farting] Phew, that was gross.
Hey, Snow, I almost forgot to thank you. Hey. What the...?
Oh, no.
Oh, my pants.
Say, they're really putting some wild prizes in there, huh, Monty?
Oh, hello. You must be a friend of Snowbell's. I'm Stuart.
Uh, aren't you gonna run?
Why?
Because you're a mouse.
I'm not just a mouse. I'm a member of this family.
A mouse with a pet cat? [after a pause, he rolls over and roars with uncontrollable laughter] A MOUSE WITH A PET CAT! [continues laughing]
I guess that is...pretty funny.
Pretty funny?! I'M GONNA WET MY FUR! A MOUSE WITH A PET CAT! [Stuart laughs along with him. He looks down at Snowbell] Your new little master! [laughs] Wait until the boys hear all about this!
Ohh, the humiliation... [to Stuart, angrily] I'M GONNA KILL YOU!
Oh, dear!
Come back here!
All right, no more Mr. Nice Kitty! You!
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.
What are you doing here?
I just thought I'd drop in. Did you build these?
Me and my dad.
This is incredible. It's like being in a real live Western. [speaks with a Western accent.] Howdy, partner. Draw, you lily-livered, yellow-bellied son-of-a-one-eyed-prairie-dog.
I'm trying to concentrate.
Sorry. [notices a train.] Is that a train?
What's it look like, pickle head?
Could we play with it? Please, please, please, please, please? Help! Somebody help me! Help! Please! Somebody help me! Ta-da! Thank you very much. Thank you.
You're crazy. I have an idea. Hop in.
Wow, a roadster!
Go ahead, check it out. Stuart, what's wrong?
Nothing. It's just... It's the first time I've fit in since I got here. What's that?
Oh, that. That's the Wasp.
Wow. She is beautiful.
Yeah, but she's not finished.
When are you gonna finish it?
Well, me and my dad were building her, but I decided to stop.
How come?
I'm too little for a race like that.
Little? You're not little. Well, not to me.
Stuart, you've never seen one of these races. There's hundreds of people there. Everybody from school. I mean... what if you lost?
Well, at least you'll have been somewhere. Come on, George. What do you say? Let's get started.
You know... I'm not really sure I want a brother.
How about a friend?
I guess I can always use a friend.
George?
Yes, Dad?
Have you seen Stuart?
He's down here with me.
What are you doing to him?
He's helping me finish the Wasp.
That's wonderful, son. That's terrific.
Can't race her like this. Right, George?
Right.
When's the next race?
In two days.
Two days?
We'll be ready.
How about we all go together?
It's a wonderful idea.
That would be great.
All of us together. The whole family.
The whole family. [crying]
I'm telling you, Snowy, this guy can fix anything.
But they're alley cats: mean, vicious and all hopped up on catnip.
Quit being a scaredy-cat. You wanna get rid of the mouse or not?
Of course I do.
All right, then. Hey! Hey, Smokey! Smokey, it's me, Monty!
What is it now?
Well, my friend Snowbell here needs a favor.
Snowbell? [chuckles] Now there's a manly name.
Yeah, you see, sir, I've got this mouse at home I can't eat.
Sensitive stomach?
No. I can't eat him because he's, uh, a member of the family.
A mouse with a pet cat?
Hahah! Isn't that funny? [laughing]
Snowbell': [groaning]
That's not funny. That's sick! A cat can't have a rodent as a master. I mean, what's this world coming to? It's against the laws of nature! Word of this gets out, it'll be bad for cats all over.
So you think you can help me?
Consider it done.
Did you hear that, Monty? Thank you, Mr. Smokey, sir. I'll never forget this. Really.
Don't worry, Tinkerbell. I'm all over it.
Ha, ha, ha! Tinker Bell! He called me Tinker Bell! You're a funny guy!
Yeah, whatever. Jeez! Housecats.
Are you sure he'll keep this hush-hush?
Are you kidding? Cat's got his tongue. Get it? Cat's got his tongue because he's a cat.
Shut up.
Okay.
Hey, taxi! What's a mouse have to do to get a cab in this city?
You'll speak to George for me, won't you? I'd hate to say goodbye to a basement door.
Of course.
Taxi! Yo, taxi! Time to go, Stuart!
Well, goodbye.
We love you.
Ah, yeah. I love you too, Mom... Mrs. Little.
Boy, that looks heavy. You need some help with that? Camille?
Oh.
Frederick, let's do something.
What?
Let's just make them go away. We're bigger than they are. We'll say, "Go. Shoo". We'll scare their little whiskers off.
Eleanor, you're not being rational.
Rational, shmmational. Something about this is not right. I just know it.
Look at them. They just fit.
So what? I have shoes that fit and I hate them! As Stuart's mother...
But you're not. She is.
Stuart! Wait!
George?
I want you to have this.
No, George. Not the roadster, George. You love this car. I couldn't.
I want you to.
Thanks, George.
I wish you didn't have to go. I'm gonna miss you.
I'll miss you too, George.
Mrs. Little?
Yes?
I'm Detective Sherman. This is my partner, Detective Allen. We understand your son is missing.
Thank you for coming.
They know about the Stouts! THEY KNOW ABOUT THE STOUTS! THE JIG IS UP! WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?!
Hey, get a hold of yourself. What are you talking about?
This is very...! I'm in big...! I'M IN DEEP POOPY-DOO!
Calm down, calm down. Don't get your fur in a bunch. All we need is a new plan.
We do what we should have done in the first place. We scratch him out.
Scratch him out?
But Smokey, the police are involved! I don't wanna get kicked out of my house! I'm not a street cat, I'm a house cat! I don't wanna lose my furry basket or my tinkleball that I push across the floor with my nose!
Snow, buddy, pull yourself together.
It's settled. Stuart Little gets scratched tonight.
Okay. Very good. Mr. and Mrs. Little, you'll have to come downtown.
Detective Sherman, what are our chances of seeing Stuart again?
You want it straight?
No.
Absolutely not.
Well, in--in that case... Stuart's probably home right now waiting for ya.
Maybe we should hear it a little straighter than that.
OK. In a case like this, if the kidnappers have not called by now, then they're not interested in money.
What are they interested in?
Kicks.
Exactly. It's my guess these two sickos are on some kind of cross-country mouse-killingg spree.
Oh, no.
Well, thank you.
Yes, you can kiss this boy goodbye.
Thank you, detective.
It's over. The things I've seen. Phil, where is that book on the grisly photos? Believe me, you don't wanna see this.
No.
It'll only take a second. Right off the bat. Look at this one. This one kept me awake for weeks.
Ohh!
Crenshaw, Tina, Uncle Stretch, you go uptown. Cover as many streets as you can. Edgar, Beatrice, Spencer, you take downtown. Every side street and back alley.
All right.
Estelle... you better go with him.
Where do I go?
You come with us. We're gonna circle the park.
We'll be making a lot of stops.
I made it. I can't believe it. I'm home. Mom! Dad! I'm coming! Mom! Dad! George! It's me, Stuart! I'm back! Mom! Dad, George! Where is everybody?
There's nobody else here. It's just you and me, kid.
Where'd they go?
Movies, I think.
Movies?
Oh, yeah. Ever since you left, it's just movies, parties, roller-skating, amusement parks. They're having the time of their lives.
They are?
Oh, sure. I hate to have to tell ya this, but they're celebrating.
Celebrating what?
Can't you guess?
No.
They were just so happy to get rid of you.
That's a lie! I don't believe that.
Oh, boy. I wish I could spare you this. This is gonna break your little heart. Look up there.
At what?
See for yourself. They did that right after you left. Mrs. Little said, "Who wants to look at that face anymore?"
She did?
Yeah.
And George?
She gave it to him, and he tore it up.
He did?
Yeah. I'd give ya the pieces, but Mr. Little set them on fire. I tried to warn ya, Stuart. I told ya it wasn't gonna work out.
I should've known. It was too good to be true.
What're you gonna do now?
I don't know. I guess I'll just...
Leave immediately? Good idea. I'll tell the family you dropped by. Although, it'll probably just make 'em sick.
Bye, Snowbell.
Goodbye, buddy. This is... killing me.
Hey, Snow! One of the guys spotted Stuart in the park. Smokey sent me to get you.
Ah, gee, Monty, uh, I'm in for the night. It's late. Besides, Stuart is gone. Can't we just give the kid a break?
Of course we could give him a break. First we'll break his little arms, then his little legs, and then we'll take a break. First we gotta find him. Come on, we gotta run!
Why do we have to run? What is it, festival seating?
Come on! Come on! I think we're getting closer. I can smell him.
Sorry, Smokey, that was me.
Didn't your mothers warn you not to go into Central Park at night?
My mother was the reason you didn't go into Central Park at night.
Yeah, you tell them, Smokey.
Yeah, she was one tough broad.
She was a saint.
Quick question! Who knows C.P.R? Oy!
There are mouse-prints going everywhere.
How we gonna find him?
We'll split up and go in different directions.
What a brain.
That is why he is gatto d tutti I gatti.
You guys go ahead. I'll just collapse right here. [seeing Stuart] Stuart, is that you? What are you doing up there?
Oh, I'm... settling in.
Look, Stuart, you gotta get outta here. This is Central Park. It's dark out. There are hungry cats all over the place.
Hey, Snow, where are you? Come out, come out, whatever you are.
Look. It's your pal, Monty. What's he doing here?
Shhh! He'll hear you.
Why shouldn't he hear me?
Hello! Snowbell! Buddy! What're you doing up there?
Oh, no. Perfect.
Hey! You found him. Attaboy! Hey, everybody! Over here! Hey, guys! Snow found him!
Nice going, house cat. Just for that, when we carve up the mouse, you get the big half.
Big half? Snowbell, what's he talking about? Do--do you know those cats?
Well, not really. We went to a few parties, but...
What's the matter? What are you waiting for?
Come on, buddy, bring him down. I'm starving.
Snowbell...
Sorry, kid.
Snowbell, wait, no! Stop! Wait, no! No, put me down!
Hit me! I'm open! I'll break his fall with my mouth.
I guess you do know them.
Hey, let him go. I can almost taste him. What are you waiting for? Hey, where are you going?
He's hogging the mouse. He ain't sharing.
Get him!
He's getting away!
Let's get him!
Go, go!
Snowbell, wait. Watch it, watch it. Where are you going?
Hey, hold that branch for me.
Ow. Get out of my face.
Get him!
Snowbell, you saved me?
Yeah, yeah. Look, let's get one thing straight: I'm doing this for the Littles, all right? They love you. George loves you. They're all miserable without you.
But, Snowbell, you said--
I know what I said, I... I lied, okay?! Welcome to Manhattan! I'm the one that hates you.
Oh, Snowbell. You do care. [hugs his front leg]
Ugh. Yeah, yeah, okay. Okay, that's enough.
Snow, what's he doing to your leg? I can't help but think this is wrong.
What the hell's going on here?
Err... look, Smokey, uh, call me fickle, but... I want to call this whole thing off, okay?
Too late.
Come on, Smokey, can't we talk it over? See, Stuart's not so bad once you get to know him, and he's got his own car.
Careful, house cat. You're asking for it.
Snow, what are you doing? Come on, he's just a mouse.
He's not just a mouse! He's... he's... [looks at Stuart, then at the cats] he's family.
Oh, yeah! [laughing hysterically] I could see the resemblance! [he and the other cats laugh hysterically]
Is that what you think? You have to look alike to be family? [the cats abruptly stop laughing, surprised that Stuart would say that] You don't have to look alike. You don't even have to like each other. Look at Snowbell - he hates me, and still, he's trying to save me. Sure, you'll probably scratch him up pretty bad. You'd tear him to shreds. You may even kill him. [Snowbell gulps] But Snowbell will not run away, and that is what family is all about. Right? Snow? [looks up to him]
Maybe "family"'s too strong a word.
Scratch 'em both.
Both?!
Hey, it's me you want! Come and get me!
Here we go!
Let me at him!
Go, go!
Get him!
Hey, over there. Hurry up. Over there.
Let's go.
Watch it. Out of my way!
Get him! He's getting away!
Where is he? Did he fall in the water?
I don't know. I saw something hit.
Man, did you see that? Gone. He just disappeared. Hey, there he is!
Huh?
Up there! He's too far. I can't reach him.
In that case, you can all go home. Prowl safely.
Here you go, boys. Dinner's served.
All right, Smokey. Way to go!
Oh, dear.
Look. It's mouse on a stick. I love mouse on a stick.
A little further. Keep him coming. Keep him coming. I can almost reach him. Keep it coming. I got him. He's mine.
Hey, what the...?! The branch is gonna... !
Well, what have we got here?
Snow, don't come out here, the branch is breaking!
Stuart! Are you all right?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.
Just hang on. I'll take it from here.
Huh? Take what?
Hey! Come on, Snow. You wouldn't do this to me. Not your old buddy.
Don't worry, "buddy". I'm sure you'll land...
Hey!
...on...
Hey! Snow!
...your...
What are you doing? No! No, wait, stop! Wait, I gotta ask you something.
...feet!
Cold! Cold! Cold water, oh!
I can't swim!
Dog paddle!
Dog paddle? I'd rather drown.
And I had my fur just the way I like it.
Oh, man, I'll be licking myself for days. [shakes the water off of him and shivers]
How could he do this to me? After all we've meant to each other? [panting] I mean, I love that guy. And-- Oh, hey, you guys! Wait up for me!
Pack up the pineapple, Stuart. This luau's over.
Thanks, Snowbell. You were great.
Well, it must've been quite a show from up there.
Snowbell?
Those cats think they're so tough.
Snowbell?
I guess I showed them! Ha! Not bad for a house cat! [laughs]
Not bad for a dead house cat. [Snowbell whimpers fearfully. Stuart climbs to the tree. Snowbell turns to Smokey fearfully] Say good night, Tinker Bell.
Hey, Smokey! [Smokey looks in Stuart's direction] His name...is Snowbell!
Oh, this water's damn cold! [gets out of the water] I can't believe this! [shakes the water off of him] Beaten by a mouse and his pet cat. What could be worse?! [suddenly, barking dogs are heard in the distance and they chase Smokey, offscreen] Oh! Oh, nice doggies! No! NOOOOOOOO...!
Tsk tsk tsk. Little high, little low.
Little hey, little ho. [sighs] Let's go home.