Mr. and Mrs. Little, we try to discourage couples from adopting outside of their own... species. It rarely works out.
Most scenes together: Eleanor Little & Frederick Little (17), Stuart & Eleanor Little (13), Stuart & Snowbell (13)
Stuart Little quotes
Page 3 of 6Say good night...Tinkerbell.
Hey, SMOKEY!!! His name is Snowbell! [Smacks him off the tree with a branch]
AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHH!
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!
Snow, 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.
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.
Huh?
Get dress.
Why?
Uh, we’re taking you for a ride.
Where we’re going?
Some friends of ours have gathered just to meet you.
A gathering? What should I wear?
It doesn’t matter. Wear anything.
Is it formal?
Just put something on!
Why's Mom crying? Mom? I'm not angry at you for putting me up for adoption.
And now that I'm a Stout again, I'll always be here to take care of you. Because that's what families do. Mom, they, they take care of each other.
Ow!
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?
Scratch 'em both!
Both?!
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.
Actually, I must be going. [gets into his car]
What's your hurry, Murray?
Yeah, where ya goin', Murray-- uh, Stuart? What's his name?
[Stuart speeds off]
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.
A little further. Keep him coming. Keep him coming. I can almost reach him. Keep it coming. I got him. He's mine.
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.