Stuart Little 22002

Stuart:
Meanwhile, you can use my cat's bed.

Margalo:
You have a cat?!

Stuart:
Oh, don't worry about Snowbell. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

[Outside, Snowbell catches a fly and eats it]

Snowbell:
[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]

Margalo:
Hi, there.

Snowbell:
[alarmed] AAH!

Margalo:
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.

Stuart:
Hey, Snowbell. Meet Margalo. She'll 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!

Mrs. Little:
[from offscreen] Hi, we're home! Sorry we're late.

Stuart:
Little high, little low!

Mrs. Little:
Little hey, little ho!

Margalo:
What the heck was that?

Stuart Little:
Oh, that's just how we greet each other.

Margalo:
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]

Mrs. Little:
[softly] Oh! Such a pretty little birdie!

Snowbell:
[walking out of the room] Maybe it's just my friends she hates.