Stuart Little 2 (2002)
Jonathan Lipnicki: George Little
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Quotes
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George Little : Dad?
Fredrick Little : What?
George Little : Am I in trouble?
Fredrick Little : No, son. You're in BIG trouble.
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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.
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[Will discovers that George is in trouble with Mrs. Little]
Will : What are you going to do now?
George Little : Which way's Canada?
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[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!
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[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]