Snowbell: You've got guts, kid! And you've got spunk! Not to mention moxy! You've got guts, spunk, and moxy.
Margalo: You're as big as you feel.
Stuart Little: 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 wish I were the one that was dead.
Margalo: Really?
Snowbell: No. But I'm feeling very unhappy.
George Little: Dad?
Fredrick Little: What?
George Little: Am I in trouble?
Fredrick Little: No, son. You're in BIG trouble.
Falcon: I'll be back for you, furball.
Snowbell: Don't hurry.
Falcon: You should have stayed in your little hole, mouse-boy.
Answer: Cause his mom and or dad made him do it.
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