Stuart Little 22002

[The falcon lands behind Margalo, stomping his feet loud enough to startle her]

Falcon:
Remember me?

Margalo:
You scared me.

Falcon:
What can I say? I'm a scary guy. So, Margalo, what's going on here? You case the joint? Any valuables? Come on, thrill me, chill me.

Margalo:
They ain't got much. The mom's got a ring, but it's only two carats.

Falcon:
All right, okay, fine. So what else have they got?

Margalo:
[nervously] Well, you know, not that much. I mean, they mostly just have... each other.

Falcon:
[sarcastic] Awww. A moment while I vomit.

Margalo:
Why don't we just try somewhere else?

Falcon:
Why? Because you're set up here! They trust you, they like you. [smiles slyly] Ahh, and maybe, you like them.

[Margalo scoffs and tries to fly away, but Falcon follows her]

Falcon:
Hey, Margalo, come on, huh? [chuckles] Don't con a conman.

Margalo:
Well, nobody else ever invited me to live with them.

Falcon:
Oh, really? Who found a pitiful orphaned bird, and plucked her out of the gutter? Who shared his food with her? And, I hasten to add, taught her a trade? Who?

Margalo:
[humbly] You did.

Falcon:
I did, right! [sternly] Well, then, straighten up and fly right. And remember, you are here on business. You're not here to play around! [flies away]

Margalo:
Come on, Falcon! When I'm on a job, I never play around!