The Best Snowbell Quotes

[Snowball hissing at Margalo, starts coughing]
Snowbell: Oh, oh! Hairball! Major hairball! And yet we continue to lick ourselves. Unbelievable!

Snowbell: What's wrong with giving up?... and just think of the time you save!

Snowbell: This is a sign, Stuart, like the burning bush, except its a carberator and I'm not Moses. But it's telling us something: Let your people go!
Stuart: We're not giving up!

[Mr. Little is struggling to get a jar of pickles open]
Mrs. Little: Do you need...
Fredrick: Could you?
[Mrs. Little pops the top off the pickle jar]
Fredrick: [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: How about it, boys? Are you ready to play some soccer?
Stuart: You bet, Dad!
Snowbell: [disgusted] Oh, it's glop. Look what I'm reduced to. I'm a handy wipe with hair.

Snowbell: Didn't your mother warn you that you shouldn't go out into Central Park at night?
Smokey: My mother was the reason you shouldn't go out into Central Park at night.

Snowbell: You think you could help me?
Smokey: Consider it done.
Snowbell: Thank-you Mister Smokey sir, how could I ever think you?
Smokey: Don't worry Tinkerbell, anytime.
Snowbell: Tinkerbell! Ha Ha, He called me Tinkerbell! You're a funny guy!
Smokey: Yeah, whatever. HOUSE CATS, Sheesh!

Monty,: Aren't you gonna' run?
Stuart: Why?
Monty,: 'cause you're a mouse.
Stuart: I'm not just a mouse. I'm a member of this family.
Monty,: A mouse with a pet cat?
[rolls over and laughs out loud, repeating that line over again]
Stuart: I guess that's pretty funny!
Monty,: Pretty funny? I'm gonna wet my fur! A MOUSE WITH A PET CAT!
[laughs hard more, and looks down at Snowbell, who is embarrassed]
Monty,: Your new little master? Wait 'til the boys hear all about this!
Snowbell: Ah, the humiliation!
[to Stuart]
Snowbell: I'm going to kill you!

Falcon: I'll be back for you, furball.
Snowbell: Don't hurry.

Stuart: You seem tense!
Snowbell: Tense? Oh, I'm - I'm way, way past tense
Stuart: Well, maybe I could help. Can I scratch your ears? I could rub your tummy.
Snowbell: How'd you like to rub it from the INSIDE, mouse-boy?
Stuart: I'm a little confused. I thought that's what you did with a pet.
Snowbell: A Pet? I am not your pet! I'm a cat, you're a mouse. You should be livin' in a hole. This is my family.
Stuart: Can we share them?
Snowbell: Read my furry pink lips. "No!"

Stuart: Don't worry about Snowbell. He wouldn't hurt a fly.
[Outside, Snowbell catches a fly, eats it]
Snowbell: [burps] Oh, those flies really come back on ya!

Snowbell: I can't believe I'm arguing with lunch.

Monty,: [while Stuart is hugging Snowball] Snow, what's he doing to your leg? I can't help to think that this is wrong.
Smokey: What the hell's going on here?
Snowbell: Urrrrm... Listen, Smokey... I want to quit this whole thing off... okay?
Smokey: Too late!

Stuart: How can you think of eating at a time like this?
Snowbell: Look, I'm nervous. And when I'm nervous I eat. 'Cuz I know, in my growling gut, that if anything happens to you, I'll be blamed. I'm sure the Littles already know we're gone and are planning to replace me with a hampster.

Snowbell: I'm telling ya', Stuart, if more people gave up, there'd be fewer wars.

Snowbell: [looking down on New York City, while climbing very high; and thinking about the mean falcon at the same time] I hope I live to regret this.

Snowbell: [Stuart's car has broken down] This is a sign, like the burning bush, except this a carburetor and I'm not Moses

Snowbell: Now, pay attention. What do you know about a bird called 'Falcon'?
Monty: Falcon? Ooh, that's a bad guy. You don't wanna fool with him.
Stuart: You know where we can find him?
Monty: You don't wanna find him. You don't want anything to do with him. Trust me. He'd eat you so fast, you'd be a pile of falcon poop before you could yell for help. Falcons are vicious. They grab you by the back of the neck and carry you so high you can't even see the ground, and then they drop you. And by the time you hit the pavement, they just drink what's left through a straw.
Stuart: Snowbell, are you all right?
Snowbell: Oh sure. In fact, I no longer need a litterbox.
Monty: [laughs] Mop up on aisle three! Snowy!

Stuart: Now I know that fairy tales are real.
Snowbell: [From the top of the stairs] Fairy tales are real? Oy, I think I'm gonna cough up a furball.

Stuart: [as Stuart and Snowbell are out searching for Margalo] Don't worry, George is covering for us!
Snowbell: George? George doesn't know poop from applesauce! And I say that with a great deal of affection!

Snowbell: He's not just a mouse! He's... He's... he's family.
Smokey: Oh yeah. ha ha ha... I can see the resemblence...
[laughs evilly]

Snowbell: Margalo? Where are you?
Margalo: [from inside a paint can where Falcon has her imprisoned] In the can!
Snowbell: Oh, OK. I'll wait.

Stuart: Snow, where are you going?
Snowbell: Oh, I gotta yawn, stare at traffic, lick myself. And believe me, that could take hours if you do it right.

[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!

Snowbell: Cats don't eat raisins! We have too much class. We eat fish byproducts. Also, I... need to go tinky.
Stuart: How about the alley?
Snowbell: An alley? I'm a cat! We're fastidious creatures. We use a litter box. We don't just yell 'Bombs away' and go wherever we are!

Smokey: [pushes the branch Stuart's on down] Here you go, boys! Dinner's served!
Monty,: Alright, Smokey! Way to go!
Stuart: Oh dear!
Lucky: Look, it's mouse on a stick! I love mouse on a stick!
Monty,: A little further! Keep him comin'! Keep him comin'! Alright I can almost reach him! Keep him coming! I got him, he's mine!
[Snowbell snaps the branch]
Monty,: What the? Hey, the branch is the gonna!
Snowbell: Well, what have we got here?
Monty,: Snow, don't come out here, the branch is breaking!
Snowbell: Stuart, are you alright?
Stuart: Yeah, yeah I'm okay.
Snowbell: Just hang on, I'll take it from here!
Monty,: Huh? Take what?
[Snowbell pushes the branch Monty's on with Red and Lucky on further]
Monty,: Hey, c'mon Snow! You wouldn't do this to me? I'm not your old buddy?
Snowbell: Don't worry, buddy! I'm sure you'll land
[he pushes the branch further]
Monty,: No, no Snow! What're you doing?
Snowbell: On your feet!
[the branch snaps sending Red, Lucky and Monty into the water, all three cats screaming and splash in the water]

Snowbell: You've got guts, kid! And you've got spunk! Not to mention moxy! You've got guts, spunk, and moxy!

[Stuart is trapped in a washing machine which is filling up]
Stuart: Turn if off!
Snowbell: Why would I turn it off? It's my favorite show.

Stuart: [after Margalo disappears] She's in terrible trouble, and I have to help her. I mean, what am I, a man or a
[pause]
Stuart: mouse?
Snowbell: Uh... is that a trick question?

[when Snowbell spots Stuart lying in bed]
Snowbell: Are you cozy?
Stuart: Yes, thanks. I'm quite comfortable.
Snowbell: All I've got to sleep on is a rag in the corner, you little rat!

[when asked to clean up Martha's spilled oatmeal]
Snowbell: Oh, great, it's glop. Look what I'm reduced to. I'm a Handi-Wipe with hair.

Snowbell: I wish I were the one that was dead!
Margalo: Really?
Snowbell: No. But I'm feeling very unhappy!

Snowbell: [trying to get the Littles' attention] Ho little, hoo wittle, hey wattle...

Stuart: Little high, little low!
Mrs. Little: [from a distance] Little hey, little hoe.
Margalo: What the heck was that?
Stuart: Oh, that's just how we greet each other.
Margalo: Interesting.
Snowbell: Nauseating is more like it.

Snowbell: [after Stuart wakes him up] This better be important.
Stuart: Margalo's still missing.
Snowbell: I should have been more specific. I meant important to me.

Monty,: You know, I'm not picky as long as it ain't meat loaf. That stuff gives me gas, something awful.
Snowbell: I'm sorry, it's meat loaf.
Monty,: Oh well, beggars can't be choosers. Load me up and light a match!
Snowbell: [Monty tries to go into the kitchen, but Snowbell tries stopping him, so he won't see Stuart and possibly humiliate him] No, Monty. Stop. You don't wonna do that.
Monty,: Why? I eat from garbage cans, drink from public toilets. Like a little gas is gonna bother me.
[he walks through the cat door to the kitchen]
Snowbell: No, wait. Don't!

Snowbell: I lied, okay? Welcome to Manhattan!

Stuart: [using a pay phone] Snowbell, I need more change.
Snowbell: What do I look like, a fanny pack?