Stuart Little (film)

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Stuart Little is an 1999 American live action/computer-animated comedy film in which the Little family adopts a charming young mouse named Stuart, but the family cat wants rid of him.

Directed by Rob Minkoff and written by M. Night Shyamalan and Greg Brooker, based on the novel of the same name by E. B. White.
The Little Family Just Got Bigger

Stuart Little[edit]

  • Hey, Smokey! His name is Snowbell.


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

Mrs. Keeper[edit]

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


[Snowbell tries to eat Stuart]
Eleanor: [to Snowbell, enraged] Snowbell! Drop him right now!
Frederick: [to Snowbell, enraged] 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?

Stuart: Snow, where are you going?
Snowbell: Oh. I got to stare at traffic, yawn, lick myself. And believe me, that could take hours if you do it right. Ciao.

Eleanor: Is he going to be alright?
Dr. Beechwood: Well, a lad that size swallowing all that detergent. Amazingly, I think he's going to be fine. Also, he's very clean.

George: 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.

Monty: Uh, aren't you gonna 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: [confused] A mouse with a pet cat? [after a pause, he rolls over and roars with laughter] A MOUSE WITH A PET CAT! [continues laughing]
Stuart: I guess that is...pretty funny.
Monty: Pretty funny?! I'm gonna wet my fur! A MOUSE WITH A PET CAT! [laughs hard more, and Stuart laughed along with him. He looks down at Snowbell, who is embarrassed] Your new little master! [laughs] Wait until the boys hear all about this!
Snowbell: [embarrassed] Ohh! The humiliation. [to Stuart, angrily] I'M GONNA KILL YOU!
Stuart: [alarmed] Oh, dear!
Snowbell: Come back here! [after a few chases, and ending up in the garbage can] Alright, no more Mr. Nice Kitty. You!
Stuart: Ahh! [runs off into George's basement]

George: Maybe we should go home.
Frederick: Why?
George: I'm not wearing my lucky underwear.
Frederick: You don't have lucky underwear.
George: Well, maybe we should get some and come back for another race.

[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 are 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 have 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 tinkleball that I push across 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 dressed.
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 starts crying]
Stuart: Why's Mom crying? Mom? I'm not angry at you for putting me up for adoption. [Camille still cries] 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 she 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 meets Stuart in Central Park]
Smokey: How ya 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?
[Stuart speeds off]

Snowbell: Didn't your mothers warn you not to go into Central Park at night?
Smokey: My mother was the reason you didn't go into Central Park at night!
Red: Yeah, you tell 'em, Smokey!

[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 but think this is wrong.
Smokey: What the hell's goin' on here?
Snowbell: Uh, look, Smokey, uh, call me fickle, but...I want to call this whole thing off, okay?
Smokey: Too late.
Snowbell: 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.
Smokey: Careful, house cat. You're askin' for it.
Monty: Snow, what are you doin'? Come on, he's just a mouse.
Snowbell: 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: [unbuckles Snowbell's collar] Hey, it's me you want! Come and get me!

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] 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, Unnamed Grey Cat, Red and Lucky falling into the river]
[Monty, Lucky, Unnamed Grey Cat and Red fall in water, and get 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: [Camera zooms in to Smokey's face] 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 falls into the water and gets out of the water]
Smokey: This water's damn cold! I can't believe this! [shivering] Beaten by the mouse and his pet cat! What can be worse?! [suddenly, dogs barking heard in distance and chasing Smokey] NICE DOGGIES!! NO! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Stuart: Tsk tsk tsk. Little high, Little low.
Snowbell: Little hey, Little ho. Let's go home.

[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.

[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.


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