Mrs. Little Quotes in Stuart Little (1999)

+1
Share
Pin
Like
Send
Share

Mrs. Little Quotes:

  • Stuart Little: So, what do I call you?

    Mrs. Little: Mom.

    Mr. Little: And Dad.

    Mrs. Little: We haven't told you the best news of all.

    Mr. Little: You have a brother, named George.

    Stuart Little: What do I call him?

    Mrs. Little: George.

  • Mrs. Little: He hates us.

    Mr. Little: We've never been hated before...

  • Mrs. Little: Is he going to be alright?

    Dr. Beechwood: Well, a lad that size swallowing all that detergent. Amazingly, I think he's gonna be fine. Also, he's very clean.

  • 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.

    Margalo: Interesting.

    Snowbell: Nauseating is more like it.

  • [the Littles have just discovered Stuart's red roadster stripped]

    Mrs. Little: Who would do such a thing?

    Fredrick Little: Tiny little vandals!

  • [at breakfast]

    Mrs. Little: [hands Stuart his plate] Here you go.

    Stuart Little: Thanks, Mom.

    Mrs. Little: Stuart, don't forget your water bottle. George...

    Fredrick Little: ...don't forget your cleats.

    Fredrick Little: [to Mrs. Little] My, you're looking lovely this morning.

    Mrs. Little: [as her husband kisses her] Well, some people just know how to wear oatmeal.

    Mrs. Little: [feeding Martha] OK, open up.

    Martha Little: Blah... blah.

    Mrs. Little: [surprised, sharing the news to the other family members] Did you hear that? She said "Blah... blah"! I can't believe it! Her first word!

    [George rolls his eyes at Stuart, as Stuart gives smile to George]

    Mrs. Little: Where's the baby book? I'm writing it down.

    Fredrick Little: [as he's packing food] I'm not sure that's technically, you know, a word.

    Mrs. Little: Well, of course it is. But you know, Uncle Crenshaw says that every Little starts talking by 9 months.

    Fredrick Little: Or in Uncle Crenshaw's case, never stops.

    Stuart Little: Are you both coming to the game?

    Fredrick Little: Wouldn't miss it!

    Mrs. Little: [to Mr. Little] Frederick, this soccer game is making me very...

    Fredrick Little: Proud?

    Mrs. Little: Anxious... especially about...

    [Stuart grabs some jelly from the jar and slips]

    Stuart Little: I'm fine.

    Fredrick Little: He's fine.

    Mrs. Little: All those boys stomping around in cleats. What if someone...

    [makes a smashing gesture]

    Fredrick Little: Oh, Honey. He's a Little. All Littles are natural athletes.

  • [Stuart has started the plane by accident; George and Will are playing a video game upstairs]

    Will: Hey, what's that noise?

    George Little: Sounds like a lawn mower.

    Will: Inside the house?

    WillGeorge Little: [alarmed] Stuart!

    [the boys rush downstairs to find the plane has started with Stuart in the cockpit]

    George Little: Stuart, what are you doing?

    Stuart Little: I'm not doing anything!

    George Little: Pull the break!

    [Stuart pulls the break, and flies to another part of the house]

    Stuart Little: [to George] Get the book!

    Will: This is cool. All my brother does is jam crayons up his nose.

    George Little: [reading the instruction booklet] It says here, "On takeoff, pull back on the throttle".

    Stuart Little: "Take off"? I'm already in the air!

    [Stuart flies over George and Will's heads]

    Stuart Little: Snowbell, get out of the way!

    Snowbell: [running] Please don't hurt me!

    [Mr. Little is upstairs]

    Fredrick Little: [to George and Will] What's going on?

    Will: Oh, nothing. Stuart is just flying in the house.

    [Mr. Little sighs, but then becomes alarmed]

    Fredrick Little: [shouting] Flying in the house?

    George Little: At least he's indoors, nothing bad can happen.

    Stuart Little: Watch out! Hit the dirt!

    [Stuart flies over the boys' heads again, as Mrs. Little opens the door, holding a bouquet of flowers]

    Mrs. Little: [as Stuart crashes into the flowers] Stuart!

  • Mrs. Little: Did you hear that! She said "Bla Bla"!

  • [Mr. Little is struggling to get a jar of pickles open]

    Mrs. Little: Do you need...

    Fredrick Little: Could you?

    [Mrs. Little pops the top off the pickle jar]

    Fredrick Little: [Martha throws her dish on the floor]

    Mrs. Little: [grabbing Martha from her high chair] OK, that's it for you.

    Mrs. Little: [to Snowbell] Snow, food.

    Snowbell: [running down the stairs] "Food"? Is it tuna or herring? Or dare I say it, is it lox? Oh, please be lox!

    Mrs. Little: [to Snowbell; Picks up the bowl leaving the food] Snow, that's for you.

    Fredrick Little: How about it, boys? Are you ready to play some soccer?

    Stuart Little: You bet, Dad!

    Snowbell: [disgusted] Oh, it's glop. Look what I'm reduced to. I'm a handy wipe with hair.

Browse more character quotes from Stuart Little (1999)

+1
Share
Pin
Like
Send
Share