Stuart Little 2
Stuart Little: There is no silver lining!
Stuart Little: [after Margalo disappears] She's in terrible trouble, and I have to help her. I mean, what am I, a man or a [pause] mouse?
Snowbell: Uh... is that a trick question?
[Snowball hissing at Margalo, starts coughing]
Snowbell: Oh, oh! Hairball! Major hairball! And yet we continue to lick ourselves. Unbelievable!
Snowbell: Margalo? Where are you?
Margalo: [from inside a paint can where Falcon has her imprisoned] In the can!
Snowbell: Oh, OK. I'll wait.
Stuart Little: Little high, little low!
Mrs. Little: [from a distance] Little hey, little hoe.
Margalo: What the heck was that?
Stuart Little: Oh, that's just how we greet each other.
Snowbell: Nauseating is more like it.
Falcon: Don't ever make a friend I can eat.
Stuart Little: [to Margalo, as the Falcon is attacking the toy plane] If I live through this, I'm sticking to painting and dancing!
[Monty is looking in a trash can]
Monty: Oh, can't I get any food in this city?
[Falcon falls out of the sky and lands in the trash can. Monty looks up at the sky]
Monty: Thank you.
Snowbell: [trying to get the Littles' attention] Ho little, hoo wittle, hey wattle...
Snowbell: You've got guts, kid! And you've got spunk! Not to mention moxy! You've got guts, spunk, and moxy!
Stuart Little: [using a pay phone] Snowbell, I need more change.
Snowbell: What do I look like, a fanny pack?
Falcon: I'll be back for you, furball.
Snowbell: Don't hurry.
[Falcon has picked up Stuart and is going to drop him]
Margalo: Don't hurt him, Falcon!
Falcon: I won't hurt him. The sidewalk will!
Stuart Little: Don't worry about Snowbell. He wouldn't hurt a fly.
[Outside, Snowbell catches a fly, eats it]
Snowbell: [burps] Oh, those flies really come back on ya!
[Will discovers that George is in trouble with Mrs. Little]
Will: What are you going to do now?
George Little: Where's Canada?
George Little: Am I in trouble?
Fredrick Little: No, son, you're not in trouble. [George smiles] You're in BIG trouble! [George frowns when he hears this]
Snowbell: I wish I were the one that was dead!
Snowbell: No. But I'm feeling very unhappy!
Falcon: You should have stayed in your little hole, mouse-boy.
Snowbell: I'm telling ya', Stuart, if more people gave up, there'd be fewer wars.
[the falcon dives up to behind Margalo, and stomps his feet loud enough while landing at her to startle her]
Falcon: Remember me?
Margalo: You scared me.
Falcon: What can I say? I'm a scary guy.