Stuart Little 2 (2002)

Jonathan Lipnicki: George Little

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Quotes 

• George Little : Dad?

  Fredrick Little : What?

  George Little : Am I in trouble?

  Fredrick Little : No, son. You're in BIG trouble.

• George Little : [answering the phone]  Stuart!

  [very fast] 

  George Little : Stuart, where are you? How are you? Are you all right? Did you find her? How's Snowbell? When are you coming home? Mom and Dad are asking alotta questions.

  Stuart Little : So are you.

• [Will discovers that George is in trouble with Mrs. Little] 

  Will : What are you going to do now?

  George Little : Which way's Canada?

• [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!

• [first lines] 

  Stuart Little : [as he grabs George's glasses]  George, wake up.

  [George is still sleeping] 

  Stuart Little : George!

  George Little : [talking into his pillow]  It's Saturday.

  Stuart Little : I know. But it's the first day of Soccer. It's our first game.

  George Little : [wakes up and puts his glasses on]  Soccer? Uh... I can't today. I caught a cold while sleeping.

  [George sneezes] 

  Stuart Little : You'll be fine. Come on, come on. It's gonna be great.

  [Stuart takes his pajama top off and kicks it into the laundry hamper like a soccer ball] 

  Stuart Little : We're gonna play like Brazilians!

  [George goes back to sleep, unfulfilled]