Jonathan Lipnicki: George Little

Stuart Little 2

George Little

Mrs. Little: Alright, George, where is he?
Fredrick Little: And this time, the *truth*.
George Little: I'm not sure.
Fredrick Little: [sternly] George, it is *never okay* to lie to your parents
George Little: But is it okay to break a promise to your brother?
Mrs. Little: It's wrong to promise your brother that you'll lie to your parents.
Fredrick Little: George, listen to the tone of my voice. I want you to tell us where Stuart is.
George Little: But it was a promise, brother to brother.
Fredrick Little: George, I understand. I have a brother. But whatever I promised him, if he was in danger, that would matter more to me than the promise.
Mrs. Little: George, how would you feel? How would we *all* feel if anything happened to Stuart?
[pause]
George Little: He's at the Pishkin Building.
George Little: [as they all prepare to leave and find Stuart] Dad?
Fredrick Little: What?
George Little: Am I in trouble?
Fredrick Little: No, son. You're in *big* trouble.
[George cringes when he hears this]

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

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

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