Stuart Little

Snowbell:
Didn't your mother warn you that you shouldn't go out into Central Park at night?

Smokey:
My mother was the reason you shouldn't go out into Central Park at night.

George Little:
Maybe we should go home.

Mr. Little:
Why?

George Little:
I'm not wearing my lucky underwear.

Mr. Little:
You don't have lucky underwear.

George Little:
Well, maybe we should get some, and then come back for another race.

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

Snowbell:
I can't believe I'm arguing with lunch.

Stuart Little:
Snow, where are you going?

Snowbell:
Oh, I gotta yawn, stare at traffic, lick myself. And believe me, that could take hours if you do it right.

Mrs. Little:
Is he going to be alright?

Dr. Beechwood:
Well, a lad that size swallowing all that detergent. Amazingly, I think he's gonna be fine. Also, he's very clean.

Snowbell:
I lied, okay? Welcome to Manhattan!

Monty, the Mouth:
Aren't you gonna' run?

Stuart Little:
Why?

Monty, the Mouth:
'cause you're a mouse.

Stuart Little:
I'm not just a mouse. I'm a member of this family.

Monty, the Mouth:
A mouse with a pet cat?

Stuart Little:
I guess that's pretty funny!

Monty, the Mouth:
Pretty funny? I'm gonna wet my fur! A MOUSE WITH A PET CAT!

Monty, the Mouth:
Your new little master? Wait 'til the boys hear all about this!

Snowbell:
Ah, the humiliation!

Snowbell:
I'm going to kill you!

Snowbell:
You think you could help me?

Smokey:
Consider it done.

Snowbell:
Thank-you Mister Smokey sir, how could I ever think you?

Smokey:
Don't worry Tinkerbell, anytime.

Snowbell:
Tinkerbell! Ha Ha, He called me Tinkerbell! You're a funny guy!

Smokey:
Yeah, whatever. HOUSE CATS, Sheesh!

Race Spectator:
Who is that mouse anyway?

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

Anton, the stuck-up bully:
Gee George, you all done crying?

George Little:
Yeah! Are you all done being a jerk?

Anton, the stuck-up bully:
No!

Stuart Little:
So, what do I call you?

Mrs. Little:
Mom.

Mr. Little:
And Dad.

Mrs. Little:
We haven't told you the best news of all.

Mr. Little:
You have a brother, named George.

Stuart Little:
What do I call him?

Mrs. Little:
George.

Stuart Little:
I'm so happy! I... I feel 10 inches tall!

Anton, the stuck-up bully:
How did that stupid mouse get in my sail?

George Little:
He's not a stupid mouse!

Anton, the stuck-up bully:
You're right; He's a stupid rat!

Snowbell:
Are you cozy?

Stuart Little:
Yes, thanks. I'm quite comfortable.

Snowbell:
All I've got to sleep on is a rag in the corner, you little rat!

Lucky:
I hope he runs out of gas!

Red:
I hope you do!

Lucky:
Why don't you run to the back?

Red:
I can't help it! I have a nervous stomach!

Smokey:
And I have an empty stomach! Now, get that mouse!

Stuart Little:
You seem tense!

Snowbell:
Tense? Oh, I'm - I'm way, way past tense

Stuart Little:
Well, maybe I could help. Can I scratch your ears? I could rub your tummy.

Snowbell:
How'd you like to rub it from the INSIDE, mouse-boy?

Stuart Little:
I'm a little confused. I thought that's what you did with a pet.

Snowbell:
A Pet? I am not your pet! I'm a cat, you're a mouse. You should be livin' in a hole. This is my family.

Stuart Little:
Can we share them?

Snowbell:
Read my furry pink lips. "No!"

Stuart Little:
Good-bye, fake father! Good-bye, fake mother!

Mrs. Stout:
Good-bye, fake son!

Mrs. Stout:
I'm gonna miss that boy.

Mr. Stout:
I'm gonna miss that car.

Mr. Stout:
Taxi! What does a mouse have to do to get a cab in this city?

Monty:
Aren't you going to run?

Stuart:
Why?

Monty:
Because you're a mouse.

Stuart:
I'm not just a mouse. I'm a member of this family.

[Snowbell groans]

Monty:
A mouse with a pet cat?

[rolls over and laughs out loud, repeating that line over again]

Stuart:
I guess that's pretty funny!

Monty:
Pretty funny? I'm going to 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!

Snowbell:
[embarrassed] Oh, the humiliation... [to Stuart] I'm gonna kill you!

Stuart:
Oh, dear!

Snowbell:
Come back here! [after a few chases, and ending up in the garbage can] Alright, no more Mr. Nice Kitty. You!

[After it is revealed that the Stouts lied about being Stuart's real parents]

Snowbell:
They know about the Stouts! They know about the Stouts! The jig is up! What're we gonna do?!

Monty:
Hey, get ahold of yourself. What are you talking about?

Snowbell:
This is very-- I'm in big--! I'm in DEEP POOPY-DOO!

Monty:
Calm down, calm down. Don't get your fur in a bunch. All we need is a new plan.

Smokey:
We do what we should've done in the first place; We scratch him out.

Monty:
Scratch him out?

Snowbell:
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!

Monty:
Snow, buddy, pull yourself together.

Smokey:
It's settled. Stuart Little get scratched tonight.

[At the golf course house, Reginald wakes Stuart up]

Reginald:
Stuart, wake up.

Stuart:
Huh?

Reginald:
Get dress.

Stuart:
Why?

Reginald:
Uh, we’re taking you for a ride.

Stuart:
Where we’re going?

Reginald:
Some friends of ours have gathered just to meet you.

Stuart:
A gathering? What should I wear?

Reginald:
It doesn’t matter. Wear anything.

Stuart:
Is it formal?

Reginald:
Just put something on!

[Camille is crying about putting Stuart for an orphanage adoption]

Stuart:
Why's Mom crying? Mom? I'm not angry at you for putting me up for adoption.

[Camille still cries]

Stuart:
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.

[Camille finishes crying as he passes Reginald, who's holding her purse. She snatches the purse from her husband's hands, then smacks it on his side.]

Reginald:
Ow!

Camille:
[shouts] TELL HIM THE TRUTH!!

Lucky:
Bad news! The Stouts squealed.

Smokey:
I knew those mice were rats.

Lucky:
The kid's on his way home. What do we do?

Smokey:
No problem. He's gotta go through the park, right? Let's meet him there and have ourselves a little "picnic".

Lucky:
[starts to leave] Great! I'll bring herring!

Smokey:
Hey, hey, moron! The mouse is the picnic!

Lucky:
Oh...

Smokey:
How you doin'? You must be Stuart.

Stuart:
Actually, I must be going. [gets into his car]

Lucky:
What's your hurry, Murray?

Red:
Yeah, where ya goin', Murray-- uh, Stuart? What's his name?

[Snowbell sits Stuart down on a branch]

Stuart:
Snowbell, you saved me?

Snowbell:
Yeah, yeah. Look, let's get one thing straight. I'm doing this for the Littles. They love you. George loves you. They're all miserable without you.

Stuart:
But Snowbell, you said--

Snowbell:
I know what I said, I... I lied, okay? Welcome to Manhattan. I'm the one that hates you.

Stuart:
Oh, Snowbell. You do care! [hugs his front leg]

Snowbell:
Ugh. Yeah, yeah, okay. Okay, that's enough.

Monty:
[arriving with the other cats] Snow, what's he doin' to your leg? I can't help to think this is wrong.

Smokey:
What the Hell's goin' on here?

Snowbell:
Uh, look, Smokey, uh, call me fickled, but... I want to call this whole thing off, okay?

Smokey:
Too late.

Snowbell:
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.

Smokey:
Careful, house cat. You're askin' for it.

Monty:
Snow, what are you doin'? Come on, he's just a mouse.

Snowbelll:
He's not just a mouse. He's-- He's-- He's family.

Smokey:
Oh, yeah! [laughing hysterically] I could see the resemblance! [he and the other cats laugh hysterically]

Stuart:
[angrily] 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. 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?

Snowbell:
[chuckles nervously] Maybe "Family"'s too strong a word.

Smokey:
Scratch 'em both!

Snowbell:
Both?!

[Stuart rides Snowbell home]

Stuart:
You know, Snow, I don't know how to thank you.

Snowbell:
How about not kicking me in the sides? I'm beginning to bruise.

Stuart:
Sorry. I was getting excited, I've never ridden a cat bareback before.

Snowbell:
Well, don't get used to it.

Smokey:
Say good night... Tinkerbell.

[Snowbell gulps]

Stuart:
Hey, SMOKEY!!! His name is Snowbell! [Smacks him off the tree with a branch]

Smokey:
AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHH!

[Snowbell tries to eat Stuart]

Eleanor:
[to Snowbell] Whoa! Snowbell! Drop him right now!

Frederick:
[to Snowbell] You spit Stuart out this instant, Snowbell! Spit him right out!

[Snowbell spits out Stuart]

Eleanor:
[to Stuart] Stuart? Are you alright?

Stuart:
Wait! [Mr. Frederick Little picks up Snowbell, as Stuart checks his tail, which is in one piece, and sighs in relief.] 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.

Stuart:
[to Snowbell] Can I scratch your ears? I could rub your tummy.

Snowbell:
[threateningly] How'd you like to rub it from the inside, mouse boy?

George:
Are you all nuts? Bicycles and bowling balls? How's he gonna toss a baseball? How's he gonna be able to do any of those things? He's not my brother. He's a mouse.

Snowbell:
Well, what have we got here?

Monty:
Snow, don't come out here! The branch is breaking!

Snowbell:
Stuart! Are you all right?

Stuart:
Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.

Snowbell:
Just hang on! I'll take it from here!

Monty:
Huh? Take what?

[Snowbell breaks away the tree branches]

Monty:
Whoa! Hey, come on, Snow. You wouldn't do this to me. Not your old buddy.

Snowbell:
Don't worry, buddy! I'm sure your land on your....

Monty:
What are you doing? Wait! I gotta ask you something!

Snowbell:
...FEET!! [lets go of the tree branch, Monty, Red and Lucky falling into the river]

Both:
[falling] AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHH!

[Monty, Lucky and Red falls in water, and gets out of water]

Lucky:
Cold! Cold! Cold water! I can't swim. Dog paddle!

Red:
Dog paddle? I'd rather drown! And I had my fur just the way I like it.

Lucky:
I'll be licking myself for days!

Monty:
How could he do this to me, after all we've meant to each other? I mean, I love that guy! Hey, you guys! Wait up for me!

Snowbell:
[laughing] Pack up the pineapple, Stuart! This luau's over!

Stuart:
Thanks, Snowbell. You were great.

Snowbell:
Well, it must've been quite a show from up there.

[Suddenly, Smokey comes up behind Snowbell]

Stuart:
[clears throat] Snowbell.

Snowbell:
Those cats think they're so tough.

Stuart:
Snowbell.

Snowbell:
I guess I showed them. Not bad for a house cat!

Smokey:
Not bad for a dead house cat!

[Snowbell gasps, Stuart climbing to the tree.]

Smokey:
Say good night...Tinkerbell.

[Snowbell gulps]

Stuart:
Hey, Smokey! His name is Snowbell! [lets go of the tree branch he is holding onto; it flies up and hits Smokey in the face, knocking him off his own branch and sending him falling into the river]

Smokey:
[falling] AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHH!

[Smokey falls into the water and gets out of the water.]

Smokey:
This water's damn cold! I can't believe this! [shivering] Beating by the mouse and his pet cat! What can be worse?! [Suddenly, dogs barking heard in distance and chasing Smokey] NICE DOGGIES!! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Stuart:
Little high, Little low.

Snowbell:
Little hey, Little ho. Let's go home.

[Last lines]

George:
Stuart!

Stuart:
Mom, Dad, George, I missed you all so much! I thought I'd never see you again!

Frederick:
I don't understand. How did you manage it?

Stuart:
Every Little in the world can find the Little house. And Snowbell. I just couldn't have done it without him.

Frederick:
Really? What's the matter?

Stuart:
I was just thinking.

Eleanor:
What, dear?

Stuart:
That this is how people look...

George:
At the end of a fairy tale.

Stuart:
Yeah. Exactly.

Stuart Little:
Hey, Smokey! His name is Snowbell.

Snowbell:
Don't worry, buddy. I'm sure you'll land on your... FEET!