Stuart Little 2

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Stuart Little 2 is a 2002 live action/computer-animated family comedy film, directed by Rob Minkoff and starring Geena Davis, Hugh Laurie and Jonathan Lipnicki and the voices of Michael J. Fox, Melanie Griffith, Nathan Lane, James Woods and Steve Zahn. The film is a sequel to the 1999 film, Stuart Little, and includes characters from the children's book by E. B. White such as Margalo the bird.


  • [when asked to clean up Martha's spilled oatmeal] Oh, great. It's glop. Look what I'm reduced to. I'm a Handi-Wipe with hair!
  • I try to eat right, and yet I still feel bloated. Maybe more food will help.
  • [trying to keep up with Stuart in his car] Hey! Mario Andretti, slow down! Let's pace ourselves! I'm gonna have a heart attack! I think I'm having a thrombosis! And I don't even know what that means!
  • [after Stuart's car breaks down] This is a sign, Stuart. Like the burning bush... except it's a carburetor and I'm not Moses.
  • Giving up is fun! And just think of the time you save! I'm telling ya, Stuart – if more people gave up, there'd be fewer wars.
  • You've got guts, kid! Guts, and... and spunk! Not to mention moxie! You've got guts, spunk, and moxie!
  • I'll bet something terrible has happened. Oh, the Littles will kill me! I know, I'll bring home another mouse in a snazzy outfit, teach him to drive a sports car, and pass him off as Stuart! Oh, who am I kidding?! I have to get up there! But how? [cut to Snowbell being elevated upward on a window washing platform, nervously looking down at the street below] I hope I live to regret this..
  • [trying to get the Littles' attention] Ho little, hoo wittle, hey wattle...
  • Please, don't hurt me! Kill the bird, not me! I'M GONNA BE FALCON POOP!


Mrs. Little: Did you hear that? She said "Blah-blah"! I can't believe it! Her first word! Where's the baby book? I'm writing it down.
Mr. Little: I'm not sure that's technically, y'know, a word.
Mrs. Little: Of course it is! But your Uncle Crenshaw says that every Little starts talking by nine months!
Mr. Little: In Uncle Crenshaw's case, never stops.

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 screams in alarm] Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.
Snowbell: Scare me? That's a laugh! [laughs] Hear that? That was a laugh. [hisses at Margalo five times, and then starts coughing] Hairball: Major hairball! Ugh! And yet, we continue to lick ourselves. Unbelievable.
Stuart: Hey, Snowbell. Meet Margalo. She's gonna 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.

Will: Hi, George. Hi, Stuart.
George: Hi, Will.
Will: You want to take a break for a while? I brought my PS2.
George: Yeah. Okay.
Stuart: But, what about the plane?
George: I want to play with Will for a while.
Will: Play with Snowbell.
Snowbell: [mockingly singing] ♪ One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do. ♪ [laughs mockingly]
Stuart: [sarcastically] Ha, ha, ha. [climbs into the plane's cockpit] Oh, well. Guess I'll have to finish it myself. If I can just-- [his shirt starts the plane] Oh, dear!
[George and Will play a soccer video game.]
Will: Hey, what's that noise?
George: Sounds like a lawnmower.
Will: Inside the house?
Both: [alarmed] Stuart!

Eleanor Little: Isn't it nice that Stuart has a friend?
Frederick Little: Well, I don't think Stuart thinks of her as a friend.
Eleanor Little: What do you mean?
Frederick Little: I mean, he's smitten. He's infatuated. He's bedazzled.
Eleanor Little: Stuart?
Frederick Little: Mm-hmm.
Eleanor Little: But he's a baby!
Frederick Little: Well, boys start having crushes really young.
Eleanor Little: Frederick, did you have many crushes?
Frederick Little: [smiling] I'm still having one.

[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: Alright, 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.

[Margalo is taking a bath, but Falcon drops in and scares her]
Falcon: Did you really think I wouldn't find out?
Margalo: What are you talking about?
Falcon: I'm talking about you, and your little mouse friend. Big mistake. Never make a friend I can eat. Now get me that ring, or the mouse... is lunch.

[Snowbell is sleeping, and Stuart wakes him up, and asks him to join his search in finding Margalo]
Stuart: [whispers] Snow? Snowbell?
Snowbell: [screaming] The good silverware is in the dining room! Take whatever you want, but don't hurt me!
Stuart: It's me, Stuart.
Snowbell: Oh, you. This better be important.
Stuart: Margalo's still missing.
Snowbell: I should've been more specific. I meant "important to me"!
Stuart: I was going to go look for her, and I was hoping that you could come with me.
Snowbell: Look, Stuart. Do yourself a favor. Buy a parakeet and forget her.
Stuart: I can't forget her! She's in terrible trouble, and I have to help her! I mean, what am I, a man or a... mouse?
Snowbell: Uh, is that a trick question?
Stuart: Come on, you gotta help me.
Snowbell: Mmm-hmm, and, uh, why would I do that?
Stuart: Well, because we're family, and, and because, I'd do the same for you. And because if you don't, and the Littles ask where I've gone, George is gonna tell them that you ate me.
Snowbell: [outraged] What?! Why, you little rat! Ooh! You know something? Everybody thinks you're so nice. You're not so nice.

Snowbell: Ohh, Stuart, we've been walking for hours. I can't take another step. You know me, I hate to be negative, but when I walk this much, I chafe! Also, I...I hate to bring this up, but... I need to go tinky!
Stuart: How 'bout the alley?
Snowbell: I'm a house cat; We're fastidious creatures. We don't just yell "BOMBS AWAY!", and go wherever we are. Oh, look, let's face it, we're never gonna find her!
Stuart: If only we knew someone who really knew the city.
Snowbell: Yeah, somebody who knows the city's disgusting underbelly. Who do I know that's disgusting?
[Scene cuts to Monty being thrown out of a Chinese restaurant and into a dumpster]
Chinese Restaurant Owner: [to Monty, in Chinese] Nǐ zàilái zhèlǐ, wǒ huì tōngguò Visa jīqì lái guǎnlǐ nǐ de! [Translation: You come back here again, I'll run you through the Visa machine!] [he brushes his hands and tell his workers in Chinese to get back to work and closes the door]
Monty: Don't you threaten me! What I could tell the health inspector would close you down in a New York minute!
Snowbell: [offscreen] Hey, Monty!
Monty: [sees Snowbell] Snowbell! He-hey! He-hey! Snowbell! What are you doing here?
Snowbell: We've been looking all over for you.
Stuart: We need your help.
Monty: Hey, Snow, buddy, are you two still friends, or can I eat him?
Snowbell: No, Monty, you can't eat him.
Monty: [pleading] Please?
Snowbell: [strictly] No! Now pay attention. What do you know about a bird called Falcon?
Monty: "Falcon"? Ohh, that's a bad guy, you don't wanna fool with him.
Stuart: Do you know where we can find him?
Monty: You don't wanna find him. You don't want to have anything to do with him. Trust me! He'd eat you so fast, you'd be a pile of falcon-poop before you could yell for help! Falcons are vicious! They grab you by the back of the neck and carry you so high you can't even see the ground, and then they drop ya, and by the time you hit the pavement, they just drink what's left through a straw!
Stuart: Snowbell, are you alright?
Snowbell: [looking terrified] Oh, yeah. In fact, good news: I no longer need a litterbox.
Monty: [guffaws loudly] Mop-up on Aisle 3! [laughs] Snowie!
Snowbell: Stu, listen. This whole thing has been a groove and a gas, but it's important to know when the fun's over. You don't want to be that last, pathetic person who leaves a party.
Stuart: I told you, I'm not givin' up! We're gonna find the Falcon.
Monty: Well, alright, then, it's your funeral. Okay, listen. Listen gracefully. The Falcon lives across the park at the very tip-top of the Pishkin Building. Not many people go up there... and even fewer return.

[Snowbell looks at a restaurant menu]
Snowbell: Salmon, catfish, tuna... Why do they taunt me?
Stuart: How can you think of food at a time like this? Stay on track, will you?
Snowbell: Look, I'm nervous. When I'm nervous, I eat. Cause I know, in my growling gut, that if anything happens to you, I'll be blamed! I'm sure the Littles already know we're gone and are planning on replacing me with a hamster!
Stuart: Don't worry. George has us covered.
Snowbell: George?! George doesn't know poop from applesauce! And I say that with a great deal of affection.

Stuart: [using a pay phone] Snowbell, I need more change.
Snowbell: What do I look like, a fanny pack?

[Falcon has grabbed Stuart and is about to drop him]
Margalo: Don't hurt him, Falcon!
Falcon: I won't hurt him. THE SIDEWALK WILL!
Stuart: Can't we talk this over? [Falcon drops him, sending him falling towards the streets below while screaming]
Margalo: [racing after him] No, Stuart! [tries to save Stuart, but Falcon snatches her up and takes her back inside the building] Let me go! No, Falcon! NO!!
[Meanwhile, Stuart lands unharmed, albeit unconscious, in a passing garbage truck]

Margalo: [hearing Snowbell from inside a paint can where Falcon has her imprisoned] Snowbell? Is that you? Is that really you?
Snowbell: Margalo? Where are you?
Margalo: In the can!
Snowbell: Oh. Okay, I'll wait.
Margalo: No! In-in the paint can.
Snowbell: [getting the idea] Ohhhh. Why are you in there? Is this some kind of trick?
Margalo: Just get me out!
Snowbell: Is Stuart in there, too?
Margalo: [sadly] No, Snowbell, he's dead.
Snowbell: [shocked] What? Stuart is dead?
Margalo: Falcon killed him.
Snowbell: [saddened] No. He can't be, he's... I was supposed to protect him! Ohh! I wish it was me who'd been killed!
Margalo: Really?
Snowbell: No, but I am very unhappy! [cries in regret]

[Mrs. Little has just found out George lied to her about where Stuart is]
Will: What are you going to do now?
George: Which way's Canada?

[Mr. and Mrs. Little confront George about Stuart's whereabouts, after finding out his lie.]
Eleanor: Alright, George, where is he?
Frederick: And, this time, the truth.
George: I'm not sure.
Frederick: George, it is never okay to lie to your parents.
George: But is it okay to break a promise to your brother?
Eleanor: It's wrong to promise your brother that you'll lie to your parents.
Frederick: George, listen to the tone of my voice. I want you to tell us where Stuart is.
George: But it was a promise, brother to brother.
Frederick: George, I understand. I have a brother. But whatever I promised him, if he was in danger, that would matter more to me than the promise.
Eleanor: George, how would you feel? How would we all feel if anything happened to Stuart?
George: He's at the Pishkin Building.
[As they all prepare to leave and find Stuart.]
George: Dad?
Frederick: What?
George: Am I in trouble?
Fredrick: No, son. You're in big trouble.
[George cringes when he hears this]

[The rest of the Little family is searching for Stuart via taxi]
George: Mom, Dad, I'm really sorry.
Fredrick: You should be. For all we know Stuart could be out there right now, lying face-down with his-- [Mrs Little gasps] [changes tone] Or, he could be fine. I mean, we don't have to assume the worst. After all, it's not the Little way.

[Snowbell is in a paint can, and Falcon is about to roll him off the building]
Margalo: Don't do it, Falcon, or else!
Snowbell: Do what?! What's he doing?!
Falcon: Or else what?
Margalo: Or else, you'll lose... this. [holds up Mrs. Little's ring]
Falcon: Put that down, Margalo!
Margalo: I'm through doing what you tell me to do. I'm leaving you, Falcon, forever!
Falcon: Oh, and what do you think you'll be without me?!
Margalo: Free. [flies off]
Falcon: Big mistake! I'll be back for you, furball.
Snowbell: Don't hurry!

Stuart: [about the adventure] If we get out of this, I'm sticking to painting and dancing!

Monty: [looking in a trash can] Can't I get a decent meal in this city?! [Falcon falls out of the sky, screaming. Monty looks him and he falls in the trash can. Monty eagerly looks at the now-dead Falcon, and then looks up at the sky] [happily] Thank you!

Stuart: Snowbell! You made it.
Margalo: Thank goodness you're alright!
George: Snowbell! Where have you been? You wouldn't believe what Stuart and Margalo have been through!
Mr. Little: Snowbell... you should have seen it. [taking Stuart and Margalo in his hands] These two were so brave. Let's go home.
[The family heads away; Snowbell watches them go, aghast]
Snowbell: And what about me? I played no part in this?! [angrily] Well, I have had enough! I'm staying right here, folks! Oh, yeah! You'll never see me again!
Mrs. Little: [after Stuart whispers something to her] Snow? Want some tuna when we get home?
Snowbell: [delighted] Tuna? I love these people! [runs after them] Wait! Wait for me!

[last lines]
Fredrick Little: Stuart?
Stuart Little: Yeah, Dad?
Fredrick Little: What's the silver lining this time?
Stuart Little: She'll be back in the spring.
Martha Little: [waving] Bye-bye, birdie.
[the Littles are surprised and happy to hear Martha speak.]
Eleanor Little: [happily] Did you hear that?
Fredrick Little: [happily] I don't believe it! Her first word; she spoke!
Eleanor Little: [happily] Of course, she did!
George Little: [happily] I knew she could do it.
Snowball: [arrogantly] Big deal. When she could fall out of a tree and land on her feet, then I'll be impressed.


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