Stuart Little: Snow, where are you going?
Snowbell: Oh, I gotta yawn, stare at traffic, lick myself. And believe me, that could take hours if you do it right.
Mrs. Little: Is he going to be all right?
Dr. Beechwood: Well, a lad that size swallowing all that detergent. Amazingly, I think he's gonna be fine. Also, he's very clean.
Anton, the stuck-up bully: Gee George, you all done crying?
George Little: Yeah! Are you all done being a jerk?
Anton, the stuck-up bully: No.