And they'll feast, feast, feast, feast. They'll eat their Who-Pudding and rare Who-Roast Beast. But that's something I just cannot stand in the least. Oh, no. I'M SPEAKING IN RHYME!
Catalog
The Grinch
That's what it's all about, isn't it? That's what it's always been about. Gifts, gifts... gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts! You wanna know what happens to your gifts? They all come to me. In your garbage. You see what I'm saying? In your garbage. I could hang myself with all the bad Christmas…
All right, fine! I'm not talking to you anymore! In fact, I'm going to whisper! So that by the time my voice reverberates off the walls, and gets back to me, I won't be able to hear it.
Oh. Bleeding hearts of the world UNITE.
I tell you Max, I don't know why I ever leave this place. I've got all the company I need right here.
Saving you, is that what you think I was doing? Wrong-o. I just noticed that you were improperly packaged, my dear.
Be it ever so heinous, there's no place like home.
Give me that! Don't you know you're not supposed to take things that don't belong to you? What's the matter with you, you some kind of wild animal? Huh?
That is not a chew toy. You have no idea where it's been.
What's that stench? It's fantastic.
Are you two still living?
Am I just eating because I'm bored?
Now you listen to me, young lady! Even if we're horribly mangled, there'll be no sad faces on Christmas.
If you utter so much as one syllable, I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND GUT YOU LIKE A FISH! If you'd like to fax me, press the star key.
It's because I'm green, isn't it?
HELP ME... I'm FEELING.
But what would I wear?
4:00, wallow in self-pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 5:30, jazzercize; 6:30, dinner with me—I can't cancel that again; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing... I'm booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9, I could still be done in time to lay in bed,…
All right, you're a reindeer. Here's your motivation: Your name is Rudolph, you're a freak with a red nose, and no one likes you. Then, one day, Santa picks you and you save Christmas. No, forget that part. We'll improvise... just keep it kind of loosey-goosey. You HATE Christmas! You're gonna steal…
It came without ribbons, it came without tags. It came without packages, boxes, or bags. Maybe Christmas doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas (the thought) means a little bit more.