Smokey: What the hell's goin' on here? Snowbell: Uh, look, Smokey, uh, call me fickle, but. Monty: Snow, what's he doin' to your leg? I can't help but think this is wrong. Stuart: But, Snowbell, you said- Snowbell: I know what I said, I. Stuart: Snowbell, you saved me? Snowbell: Yeah, yeah. Snowbell: Didn't your mothers warn you not to go into Central Park at night? Smokey: My mother was the reason you didn't go into Central Park at night! Red: Yeah, you tell 'em, Smokey! Lucky: What's your hurry, Murray? Red: Yeah, where ya goin', Murray- uh, Stuart? What's his name? Smokey: How you doin'? You must be Stuart. Lucky: Great! I'll bring herring! Smokey: Hey, hey, moron! The mouse is the picnic! Lucky: Oh. He's gotta go through the park, right? Let's meet him there and have ourselves a little "picnic". Reginald: Ow! Camille: TELL HIM THE TRUTH!! Camille: Stuart: And now that I'm a Stout again, I'll always be here to take care of you. Stuart: Is it formal? Reginald: Just put something on! Camille: Stuart: Why's Mom crying? Mom? I'm not angry at you for putting me up for adoption. Stuart: A gathering? What should I wear? Reginald: It doesn’t matter. Stuart: Where we’re going? Reginald: Some friends of ours have gathered just to meet you.
Stuart: Why? Reginald: Uh, we’re taking you for a ride. Monty: Scratch him out? Snowbell: But Smokey, the police are involved! I don't wanna get kicked out of my house! I'm not a street cat, I'm a house cat! I don't wanna lose my furry basket or my tinkle-ball that I push along the floor with my nose! Monty: Snow, buddy, pull yourself together. Smokey: We do what we should've done in the first place We scratch him out. What are you talking about? Snowbell: This is very- I'm in big-! I'm in DEEP POOPY-DOO! Monty: Calm down, calm down. Snowbell: They know about the Stouts! They know about the Stouts! The jig is up! What're we gonna do?! Monty: Hey, get ahold of yourself. I'm gonna kill you! Stuart: Oh, dear! Snowbell: Come back here! Alright, no more Mr. Snowbell: Monty: (confused) A mouse with a pet cat? (rolls over and laughs out loud, repeating that line over again) A MOUSE WITH A PET CAT!!! (continued laughing) Stuart: I guess that is pretty funny! Monty: Pretty funny? I'm gonna wet my fur! Your new little master? Wait until the boys hear all about this! Snowbell: Oh, the humiliation. Monty: Aren't you gonna run? Stuart: Why? Monty: Because you're a mouse. George: Well, maybe we should get some and come back for another race. Frederick: You don't have lucky underwear. Frederick: Why? George: I'm not wearing my lucky underwear. George: Are you all nuts? Bicycles and bowling balls? How's he gonna toss a baseball? How's he gonna be able to do any of those things? He's not my brother. Amazingly, I think he's going to be fine. Beechwood: Well, a lad that size swallowing all that (laundry) detergent.
Ciao.Įleanor: Is he going to be alright? Dr. And believe me, that could take hours if you do it right. I got to stare at traffic, yawn, lick myself. Stuart: Snow, where are you going? Snowbell: Oh. Little, we try to discourage couples from adopting outside of their own. Snowbell: ( threateningly) How would you like to rub it from the inside, mouse boy? Stuart: Can I scratch your ears? I could rub your tummy. Snow! Frederick: Stuart is one of the family now, and we do not eat family members. Do you understand? Eleanor: Never or out you go, Mr.