Quotes from the Movie How the Grinch Stole Christmas! 1966

And then the true meaning of Christmas came through, And the Grinch found the strength of ten GrinchesÖ plus two.

Narrator

He brought everything back, all the food for the feast. And he, he himself, the Grinch, carved the roast beast.

Narrator

Welcome, Christmas, bring your cheer. Cheer to all Whos far and near. Christmas Day is in our grasp so long as we have hands to clasp.

Narrator

I must stop this whole thing! Why, for fifty-three years, I've put up with it now. I must stop Christmas from comingÖ but how?

Grinch

One thing I can't stand is the noise, noise, noise, noise!

Grinch

They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming. They're just waking up, I know just what they'll do. Their mouths will hang open a minute or two, Then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry, "Boo Hoo."

Grinch

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch. You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, You're as charming as an eel. Mr. Grinch.

Singer

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch. You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, You're as charming as an eel. Mr. Grinch. You're a bad banana...with a greasy black peel.

Singer

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch. Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders, You've got garlic in your soul. Mr. Grinch. I wouldn't touch you, with a...thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

Singer

You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch. You have termites in your smile. You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile. Mr. Grinch. Given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the uh... seasick crocodile.

Singer

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch. You're a nasty, wasty skunk. Your heart is full of unwashed socks Your soul is full of gunk. Mr. Grinch. The three words that best describe you are as follows and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."

Singer

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch. You're the king of sinful sots. Your heart's a dead tomato splot With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch. Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots.

Singer

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch. With a nauseaus super-naus. You're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked hoss. Mr. Grinch. You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce.

Singer
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