Stuart Little 2

Soccer Coach: [to Stuart] All right, Stuart, I want you to watch your tail out there. Teacher: And Canada is separate from the United States, because Canadians like to be alone. Review tomorrow, test on Friday. And please take your leftover lunches with you. Chinese Restaurant Owner: [to Monty, in Chinese] Nǐ zàilái zhèlǐ, wǒ huì tōngguò Visa jīqì lái guǎnlǐ nǐ de! [Translation: You come back here again, I'll run you through the Visa machine!] Rob the Plumber: You people sure like your meat loaf. Taxi Driver: Okey-dokey, no problem.

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Mary Mary: Think of your fellow man / Lend him a helping hand / Put a little love in your heart / You see, it's getting late / Oh, please don't hesitate / Put a little love in your heart, yeah / And the world will be a better place / And the world will be a better place / For you / and me / You just wait / (Just wait) / and see, yeah / Another day goes by / Still, the children cry / Put a little love in your heart / If you want the world to know / We won't let hatred grow / Put a little love in your heart / And the world / (And the world) / will be a better place / And the world / (And the world) / will be a better place / For you / (For you) / and me / (And me) / You just wait / (Just wait) / and see / Just wait / (Just wait) / and see, yeah / Take a good look around / And if you're looking down / Put a little love in your heart, yeah / I hope when you decide / Kindness will be your guide / Put a little love in your heart / And the world / (And the world) / will be a better place / An

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Eleanor: Here you go. Stuart: Thanks, Mom. Eleanor: Stuart, don't forget your water bottle. George.... Frederick: Don't forget your cleats. [to Mrs. Little] You're looking especially beautiful today. Eleanor: Well, some people just know how to wear oatmeal. Okay, open up. Martha: Blah blah. Eleanor: [surprised] Did you hear that? She said "Blah-blah"! I can't believe it! Her first word! Where's the baby book? I'm writing it down. Frederick: I'm not sure that's technically, y'know, a word. Eleanor: Of course it is! But your Uncle Crenshaw says that every Little starts talking by 9 months! Frederick: In Uncle Crenshaw's case, never stops. Stuart: Are you both coming to the game? Frederick: Wouldn't miss it. Eleanor: Frederick, this soccer game is making me very.... Frederick: Proud? Eleanor: Anxious... especially about... Stuart: I'm fine. Frederick: He's fine. Eleanor: All those boys stomping around with cleats. What if someone...? Frederick: Oh, honey. He's a Little. All Littles are na

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Soccer Coach: Wallace! Get up! There we go! That's right! Dig! Dig! Go downfield! Downfield! You guys, spread out! Spread out! Eleanor: Well, George is getting a workout. Frederick: Yeah! What bothers me is that every kid's had a chance to play except Stuart. Eleanor: There's plenty of time. Frederick: Plenty of time? Honey, there's 40 seconds. Eleanor: You know, he did an excellent job of handing out the orange slices, and that's not as easy as it looks. All right, I admit it. I'm glad he's not in the game. I don't want him to get hurt. Frederick: Honey, it's Pee-Wee soccer. Nobody gets hurt. Player: Irwin, are you okay? Soccer Coach: Are you all right, Irwin? Irwin: Do I look all right? Soccer Coach: Here. Come on. Referee: Better substitute. Soccer Coach: Tie game. Well, we could play with just 10. Wallace: But we have George, so it's like having nine. Soccer Coach: Wallace, we'll have none of that. Referee: Come on, coach. Soccer Coach: Stuart! Go in for Irwin! Stuart: Mom, Dad! I'

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Eleanor: He just looked so small out there. So... lacking in bigness. Does he really have to go back next week? Frederick: Honey, we have to give him room to grow. Eleanor: I give him room to grow. I let him slice his own banana. Frederick: With a spoon. Eleanor: I let him drive his car to school. No other mother does that. Frederick: With George walking right beside him every step of the way. Eleanor: Well, how much more room do I have to give him? Frederick: A little more than you're giving him now. Stuart: Maybe Mom was right. Maybe I shouldn't be playing soccer anymore. George: Well, what does she want you to go out for? Stuart: Painting or dancing. George: I guess it's my fault. I'm sorry I kicked you into the goal. Stuart: That's okay. Hey, you won the game. That's the main thing. George: No. The main thing is I hit Wallace in the face.

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Stuart: Bogeys, 12:00! I got him, Brooklyn! Yeah! Wouldn't it be cool if I actually flew this thing? George: Yeah. There's only one problem. Both: Mom. Will: Hello, Mrs. Little. Eleanor: Hi, Will. Will: Is George home? Eleanor: He's in with Stuart. Stuart: All we need to do is tighten her up and she's ready to fly. Will: Hi, George. Hi, Stuart. George: Hi, Will. Stuart: Hi. Will: Hey, George, you wanna take a break for a while? I brought my PS2. George: Yeah, okay. Stuart: But, what about the plane? George: I wanna play with Will for a while. Will: Play with Snowbell. Snowbell: [singing] One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do. Stuart: Oh, well. Guess I'll have to finish it myself. If I can just... Oh dear. Will: Hey, what's that noise? George: Sounds like a lawnmower. Will: Inside the house? Both: [alarmed] Stuart! Stuart: Whoa! George: Stuart! What are you doing?! Stuart: I'm not doing anything! George: Pull the brake! Stuart: Get the book! Will: This is cool. All my brother

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