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.
Mrs. Little: He hates us.
Mr. Little: We've never been hated before...
Snowbell: I lied, okay? Welcome to Manhattan!
Race Spectator: Who is that mouse anyway?
George Little: That's no mouse, that's my brother.
Stuart Little: Good-bye, fake father! Good-bye, fake mother!
Mrs. Stout: Good-bye, fake son!
[Stuart drives off in the toy car]
Mrs. Stout: I'm gonna miss that boy.
Mr. Stout: I'm gonna miss that car.
Mrs. Little: George, have you seen Stuart?
George Little: He's down here with me.
Mr. Little: [whispering out] What are you doing to him?
Aunt Tina Little: [referring to Stuart] I think he's grown a little since we've been here.
Grandma Estelle Little: That's what happened to me. One summer, I just shot right up!
[Grandpa Spencer, dubious, stares at the diminutive Estelle]
Mrs. Keeper: Mr. and Mrs. Little, we try to discourage couples from adopting outside of their own... species. It rarely works out.
[Stuart is trapped in a washing machine which is filling up]
Stuart Little: Turn if off!
Snowbell: Why would I turn it off? It's my favorite show.
Smokey: Say good night... Tinkerbell.
[Snowbell gulps]
Stuart Little: Hey, Smokey! His name is Snowbell!
[Smacks him off the tree with a branch, Smokey screaming]
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.
Smokey: How you doing? You must be Stuart.
Stuart Little: Actually... I must be going.
[Gets back into his little car]
Lucky: What's your hurry, Murray?
Red: Yeah, where ya going, Murray - - Urm Stuart. What's his name?
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.
Snowbell: He's not just a mouse! He's... He's... he's family.
Smokey: Oh yeah. ha ha ha... I can see the resemblence...
[laughs evilly]
Stuart Little: Now I know that fairy tales are real.
Snowbell: [From the top of the stairs] Fairy tales are real? Oy, I think I'm gonna cough up a furball.
Snowbell: I can't believe I'm arguing with lunch.
