"[looking in a trash can] Can't I get a decent meal in this city?! [Falcon falls out of the sky screaming. He looks at Falcon as he falls in the trash can, then looks up at the sky happily] Thank you!"

"Yeah, but now she wants to speak to my mom. What will I tell her?"

"We're gonna play like Brazilians!"

"What the heck was that?"

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

"They ain't got much. The mom's got a ring, but it's only two carrots."

"Oh, why not? Giving up is fun! And look at all the time you save! I'm telling ya, Stuart; if more people gave up, there'd be fewer wars."

"Please, don't hurt me! Kill the bird, not me! I'M GONNA BE FALCON POOP!"

"Maybe she just went for a walk or a little flight around the neighborhood."

"Yeah! What bothers me is that every kid's had a chance to play except Stuart."

"Is that a new top? You know, you--you have such taste. Simple elegance is what I call it."

"It says here, "On takeoff, pull back on the throttle"."

"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."

"Pleeeeease?"

"[when chasing Stuart's plane along with George] This is cool! All my brother does is jam crayons up his nose!"

"What are you going to do now?"

"[to Margalo, while fleeing from the Falcon] If we get out of this, I'm sticking to painting and dancing!"

"Oh, that's just how we greet each other."

"Don't worry about Snowbell. He wouldn't hurt a fly."

"She's in terrible trouble, and I have to help her. I mean, what am I, a man or a [pause] mouse?"

"He just looked so small out there. So... lacking in bigness. Does he really have to go back next week?"

"I'm a bird. Instinct should take over."

"Go for it, kid. The adventure begins!"

"I'll miss you, Stuart."

"[trying to keep up with Stuart in his car] Hey! Mario Andretti, slow down! Let's pace ourselves! I'm gonna have a heart attack! I think I'm having a thrombosis! And I don't even know what that means!"

"[after Stuart's car overheats] Oh, boy. This is a sign, Stuart. Like the burning bush...except it's a carburetor and I'm not Moses. But it's telling us something, let your people go."

"You've got guts, kid! Guts, and...and spunk! Not to mention moxie! You've got guts, spunk, and moxie!"

"I'll bet something terrible has happened. Oh, the Littles will kill me! I know, I'll bring home another mouse in a snazzy outfit, teach him to drive a sports car, and pass him off as Stuart! Oh, who am I kidding?! I have to get up there! But how? [cut to Snowbell being elevated upward on a window washing platform, nervously looking down at the street below] I hope I live to regret this... [whimpers]"

"Well, why didn't he tell us?"

"Oh, but you did them last night."

"It's wrong to promise your brother that you'll lie to your parents."

"[as Stuart crashes into the flowers] STUART!"

"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."

"A little more than you're giving him now."

"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 a lot of questions."

"He's at the Pishkin Building."

"[when finding the toy airplane on the garbage barge] My... My plane. My plane! The silver lining! This is it!"

"Don't hurt him, Falcon!"

"Don't you threaten me! What I could tell the health inspector would close you down in a New York minute!"

"Party's over, fur-face!"