How the Grinch Stole Christmas Quotes (2000)
Cindy Lou Who: We’re gonna crash!
The Grinch: Now you listen to me, young lady! Even if we’re *horribly mangled*, there’ll be no sad faces on Christmas.
The Grinch: Am I just eating because I’m bored?
The Grinch: Well, pucker up and kiss it, Whoville.
[puts mistletoe up to his butt and makes a taunting noise as he shakes it around]
The Grinch: 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. Saving Christmas is a lousy ending, way too commercial. ACTION!
[Max knocks the red nose off]
The Grinch: BRILLIANT! You reject your own nose because it represents the glitter of commercialism. Why didn’t I think of that? Cut, print, moving on.
The Grinch: It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes, or bags.
Narrator: The the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.
The Grinch: Maybe Christmas doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas…
Narrator: He thought
The Grinch: …means a little bit more.
Martha May Whovier: Did I have a crush on the Grinch? Of COURSE not.
Cindy Lou Who: Uh… I didn’t ask you that.
The Grinch: Who wants the gizzard?
Drew Lou Who: I do.
The Grinch: Too late. That’ll be mine.
Cindy Lou Who: Everybody seems to kerbabbled. Isn’t this just a little superfluous?
The Grinch: Oh. Bleeding hearts of the world UNITE.
Mayor Augustus Maywho: The anger.
Shoe-shiner: The fury.
[cut to Martha May Whovier]
Martha May Whovier: The muscle.
The Grinch: Cindy, we may be horribly mangled, but there’ll be no sad faces on Christmas.
The Grinch: I am the Grinch that stole Christmas… and I’m sorry.
[long silence]
The Grinch: Aren’t you going to cuff me? Beat me up? Blind me with pepper spray?
Mayor Augustus Maywho: You heard him, Officer. He admitted it. I’d go with the pepper spray.
Officer Wholihan: Yes, I heard him all right. He said he was sorry.
Who Father: Honey. Our baby’s here.
[looks closely at the baby]
Who Father: She looks like your boss.
Narrator: The Whos young and old would sit down to a Feast, and they will feast, and they will feast.
The Grinch: And they’ll feast, feast, feast, feast. They’ll eat their Who-Pudding and rare Who-Roast Beast. But there’s something I just cannot stand in least… Oh no. I’M SPEAKING IN RHYME.
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?
[Cindy meets the Grinch for the first time]
Cindy Lou Who: You’re the… the…
The Grinch: [mimicking Cindy] The… the… THE GRINCH!
Narrator: The Who’s young and old would sit down to a Feast, and they will feast, and they will feast.
The Grinch: And they’ll feast, feast, feast, feast. They’ll eat their Who-Pudding and rare Who-Roast Beast. But there’s something I just cannot stand in least… Oh no. I’M SPEAKING IN RHYME!
Cindy Lou Who: Santa, what’s the meaning of Christmas?
The Grinch: [bursts through the Christmas tree] VENGEANCE!
[calmly]
The Grinch: I mean… presents, I suppose.
The Grinch: [messing with peoples mail] Jury duty, jury duty, jury duty, blackmail, pink slip, chain letter, eviction notice, blackmai jury duty.
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.
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: SWEET… You think he’s sweet?
[Cindy runs upstairs]
The Grinch: Cute kid, bad judge of character.
The Grinch: What’s that stench? It’s fantastic.
The Grinch: Blast this Christmas music. It’s joyful and triumphant.
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 neckties I found at the dump. And the avarice…
[shouts]
The Grinch: The avarice never ends! “I want golf clubs. I want diamonds. I want a pony so I can ride it twice, get bored and sell it to make glue.” Look, I don’t wanna make waves, but this *whole* Christmas season is
[shouts]
The Grinch: stupid, stupid, stupid!
Narrator: Inside a snowflake like the one on your sleeve, there happened a story you must see to believe.
Narrator: …He slunk to the fridge…
[the Grinch tackles the refrigerator]
The Grinch: SLUNK!
Cindy Lou Who: [kisses the Grinch on the cheek] Oh… your face is so…
The Grinch: I know. Hairy.
Cindy Lou Who: No.
The Grinch: Stinky? Slimy? Do I have a zit?
Cindy Lou Who: No. Warm.
Lou Lou Who: [after sons have said they had seen the Grinch] I’m sure they were just up on Mount Crumpit… playing with matches… defacing public property or something or other.
Mayor Augustus Maywho: Oh, well that’s a relief.
Mayor Augustus Maywho: He had hair. Not pleasant. He shed. Not right.
Mayor Augustus Maywho: And if you marry me, you get this new car, which has been generously paid for by the taxpayers of Whoville.
Lou Lou Who: Hello? Is my Subzero Chillibrator running? I suppose.
The Grinch: Well then you better go catch it.
The Grinch: [Takes back his mask and barks at Cindy Lou] Give me that! Don’t you know you’re not suppose to take things that don’t belong to you? What’s the matter with you, you some kind of wild animal? Huh?
Lou Lou Who: Let’s see, we’ve got a munkle for your uncle, a fant for your aunt and a fandpa for your Cousin Leon.
The Grinch: I tell you Max, I don’t know why I ever leave this place. I’ve got all the company I need right here.
[indicates himself]
The Grinch: [shouts] Hello?
Echo: Hello, hello, hello…?
The Grinch: How are you?
Echo: How are you… how are you… how are you…?
The Grinch: I asked you first.
Echo: I asked you first… first… first…
The Grinch: Oh right, that’s REALLY mature, saying exactly what I say.
Echo: …Saying exactly what I say… what I say… what I say…
The Grinch: I’m an idiot!
Echo: *You’re* an idiot… an idiot… in idiot…!
The Grinch: [whispering] Alright fine! I’m not talking to you anymore! In fact, I’m going to whisper! So that by the time my voice reverbarates off the walls, and gets back to me, I won’t be able to hear it.
[pause]
Echo: You’re an idiot… an idiot… an idiot!
The Grinch: I must stop Christmas from coming… but how? I MEAN – in what way?
The Grinch: Oh, no, the sleigh, the presents, they’ll be destroyed, and I care!
[shouts]
The Grinch: What is the deal?
Cindy Lou Who: Thanks for saving me.
The Grinch: [stops in his tracks] Saving you, is that what you think I was doing? Wrongo. I just noticed that you were improperly packaged, my dear.
[grabs wrapping paper and starts wrapping Cindy up]
The Grinch: Hold still.
[to Max]
The Grinch: Max, pick out a bow.
[to Cindy]
The Grinch: Can I use your finger?
The Grinch: [stops a tiny car] Evening, folks. Mind if I squeeze in?
[starts to sit on the car]
The Grinch: You might want to scooch over.
[the whos run away]
The Grinch: You did the right thing.
The Grinch: One man’s toxic waste is another man’s potpourri.
[Max barks]
The Grinch: I don’t know, it’s some kind of soap.
[a taxicab passes him by]
The Grinch: It’s because I’m green isn’t it?
Stu Lou Who: Are you ready, Drew? I’ll race you! Last one up is a stinky old Grinch.
Sophie: Guys, where are we? I think we should go back.
Stu Lou Who: What? You’re scared of The Grinch!
Sophie: That is so not true.
Drew Lou Who: They say he lives inside the mountain, waiting to feast on… WHO-FLESH!
Junie: Oh, Drew!
Stu Lou Who: You’re scared of the Grinch! You’re scared of The Grinch!
Sophie: Are not!
Stu Lou Who: Are to! You’re scared of…
[they come to the door, Stu and Drew are bit taken back]
Junie: Well, go on. Touch the door! Do it for me, Stu.
The Grinch: Oh, the Who-manity.
The Grinch: Any calls?
Grinch’s Answering Machine: [computer voice] You have no messages.
The Grinch: Odd. Better check the outgoing.
Grinch’s Answering Machine: [Grinch's voice] 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.
The Grinch: Hmm. Hmm.
The Grinch: I’m going to die! I’m going to throw up, and them I’m going to die! Mommy, make it stop! Eh heh heh heh ha he hehheh… whew, almost lost my *cool* there.
The Grinch: MAX. HELP ME… I’m FEELING.
The Grinch: Are you having a holly, jolly Christmas?
The Grinch: [hating the Whos] Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double Hate. LOATHE ENTIRELY!
The Grinch: Those Whos are hard to frazzle, Max. But, we did our worst, and that’s all that matters.
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