The Best George Little Quotes

Race: Who is that mouse anyway?
George: That's no mouse, that's my brother.

[first lines]
Stuart: [as he grabs George's glasses] George, wake up.
[George is still sleeping]
Stuart: George!
George: [talking into his pillow] It's Saturday.
Stuart: I know. But it's the first day of Soccer. It's our first game.
George: [wakes up and puts his glasses on] Soccer? Uh... I can't today. I caught a cold while sleeping.
[George sneezes]
Stuart: 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: We're gonna play like Brazilians!
[George goes back to sleep, unfulfilled]

George: Dad?
Fredrick: What?
George: Am I in trouble?
Fredrick: No, son. You're in BIG trouble.

[Stuart has started the plane by accident; George and Will are playing a video game upstairs]
Will: Hey, what's that noise?
George: Sounds like a lawn mower.
Will: Inside the house?
Will,29282: [alarmed] Stuart!
[the boys rush downstairs to find the plane has started with Stuart in the cockpit]
George: Stuart, what are you doing?
Stuart: I'm not doing anything!
George: Pull the break!
[Stuart pulls the break, and flies to another part of the house]
Stuart: [to George] Get the book!
Will: This is cool. All my brother does is jam crayons up his nose.
George: [reading the instruction booklet] It says here, "On takeoff, pull back on the throttle".
Stuart: "Take off"? I'm already in the air!
[Stuart flies over George and Will's heads]
Stuart: Snowbell, get out of the way!
Snowbell: [running] Please don't hurt me!
[Mr. Little is upstairs]
Fredrick: [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: [shouting] Flying in the house?
George: At least he's indoors, nothing bad can happen.
Stuart: 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!

Anton: Gee George, you all done crying?
George: Yeah! Are you all done being a jerk?
Anton: No!

George: [answering the phone] Stuart!
[very fast]
George: 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: So are you.

George: Wow, I didn't realize a mouse could do THAT!
George: Heh, Georgie. You'd be shocked at what mice can do! By the way, stay away from the 285 Fulton Street on the 11th of September in two years, would ya?

[Will discovers that George is in trouble with Mrs. Little]
Will: What are you going to do now?
George: Which way's Canada?

Mrs. Little: George, have you seen Stuart?
George: He's down here with me.
Mr. Little: [whispering out] What are you doing to him?

George: [on first seeing Stuart] You look somewhat like a mouse.

George: Maybe we should go home.
Mr. Little: Why?
George: I'm not wearing my lucky underwear.
Mr. Little: You don't have lucky underwear.
George: Well, maybe we should get some, and then come back for another race.

Anton: How did that stupid mouse get in my sail?
George: He's not a stupid mouse!
Anton: You're right; He's a stupid rat!