Stuart Little 2 (2002)

Geena Davis: Mrs. Little

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Quotes 

• Stuart Little : Little high, little low!

  Mrs. Little : [from a distance]  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.

• [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.

• [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.

• [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?

  Will , George 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"!