"[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!"

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

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

"You should have stayed in your little hole, mouse boy."

"Party's over, fur-face!"

"What are you going to do now?"

"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, 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."

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

"A mouse needs to know his limitations!"

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

"Amelia Marshall — Rita Powell"

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

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

"Oh, but you did them last night."

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

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

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

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

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

"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."

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

"[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."

"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]"

"[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!"

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

"Well, of course it is. But you know, Uncle Crenshaw says that every Little starts talking by 9 months."

"[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!"

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

"We saved each other."

"Snowbell, that's him!"

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

"What the heck was that?"

"Hey, the way I see it, you're as big as you feel."

"I'll miss you, Stuart."

"Don't hurt him, Falcon!"

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

"We're gonna play like Brazilians!"

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

"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?"

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

"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."

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

"Jon Polito — Detective Officer Sherman"