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Quotes - H The Grinch: Those Whos are hard to frazzle, Max. But, we did our worst, and that's all that matters. The Grinch: Blast this Christmas music! It's joyful and triumphant. The Grinch: Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double Hate! LOATHE ENTIRELY! The Grinch: What's that stench? It's fantastic! The Grinch: Are you having a holly, jolly Christmas? Cindy
Lou Who: Santa, don't forget the Grinch. I know he's mean and hairy and smelly,
and his hands are cold and clammy, but I think he's kinda... sweet. The Grinch: MAX! HELP ME... I'm FEELING! Lou Lou Who: I'm glad he took our presents. You can't hurt Christmas, Mr. Mayor, beacuse it isn't about the... the gifts or the contest or the fancy lights. That's what Cindy's been trying to tell everyone... and me. I don't need anything more for Christmas than this right here: my family. [Hurtling
toward Whoville] The Grinch: Jury duty, jury duty, jury duty, blackmail, pink slip, jury duty, jury duty! [His
answering machine greeting] Cindy
Lou Who: Santa, what's the meaning of Christmas? The Grinch: Oh, the Who-manity! Narrator:
The Who's young and old would sit down to a Feast, and they will feast, and they
will feast. [a
taxicab passes him by] The Grinch: The nerve of those Whos! Inviting me down there--and on such short notice! Even if I wanted to go my schedule wouldn't allow it. Four o'clock, 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, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear?! The
Grinch: One man's toxic waste is another man's potpourri. Narrator:
The Whos young and old would sit down to a Feast, and they will feast, and they
will feast. [Meeting
the Grinch for the first time] The Grinch: The Presents, they'll be destroyed! And I care, WHAT IS THE DEAL!!! The Grinch: Cindy, we may be horribly mangled, but there'll be no sad faces on Christmas! The Grinch: I must stop Christmas from coming...but how? I MEAN--in what way? Mayor
Augustus Maywho: The anger! Who Father: Hey, honey, our baby's here!...He looks just like your boss! | ||||