Who Were the 2 Old Ladies That Took Care if the Grinch When He Was a Baby

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• The Grinch : All correct, you're a reindeer. Hither'south your motivation: Your name is Rudolph, you're a freak with a red nose, and no 1 likes you lot. Then, one twenty-four hours, Santa picks you and you relieve Christmas. No, forget that part. We'll improvise... just keep it kind of loosey-goosey. You Hate Christmas! You lot're gonna steal it. Saving Christmas is a lousy ending, way too commercial. ACTION!

  [Max knocks the ruddy nose off]

  The Grinch : BRILLIANT! You decline your own nose considering it represents the glitter of commercialism. Why didn't I think of that? Cut, print, check the gate, moving on.

• The Grinch : The nerve of those Whos. Inviting me down there - on such short notice! Fifty-fifty if I wanted to go my schedule wouldn't allow it. 4:00, wallow in self pity; iv:30, stare into the completeness; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no 1; v:xxx, jazzercize; six:30, dinner with me - I tin can't cancel that once more; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing... I'm booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to nine, I could however be washed in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear?

• The Grinch : MAX. Assistance ME... I'm FEELING.

• [a taxicab passes him by]

  The Grinch : It's because I'm light-green isn't it?

• The Grinch : I tell you Max, I don't know why I ever leave this identify. I've got all the company I need right here.

  [indicates himself]

  The Grinch : [shouts] How-do-you-do?

  Echo : Hello.

  The Grinch : How are yous?

  Echo : How are y'all?

  The Grinch : I asked you first.

  Echo : I asked you first.

  The Grinch : Oh right, that's REALLY mature, saying exactly what I say.

  Repeat : ...Saying exactly what I say.

  The Grinch : I'm an idiot!

  Repeat : You lot're an idiot!

  The Grinch : [whispering] Alright fine! I'm not talking to you lot anymore! In fact, I'm going to whisper! So that past the time my vocalism reverbarates off the walls, and gets dorsum to me, I won't be able to hear it.

  [pause]

  Echo : You're an idiot!

• The Grinch : We're gonna dice! We're gonna die! I'grand going to throw up, then I'm gonna die! Mommy, tell it to stop!

  [continues to scream and yell, then chuckle as he gets the sleigh under control]

  The Grinch : Whew... ha! Virtually lost my *cool* in that location.

• The Grinch : Am I merely eating because I'm bored?

• Cindy Lou Who : We're gonna crash!

  The Grinch : At present you heed to me, young lady! Even if nosotros're *horribly mangled*, in that location'll be no sad faces on Christmas.

• The Grinch : [messing with peoples post] Jury duty, jury duty, jury duty, blackness mail, pink slip, chain letter, eviction notice, jury duty.

• The Grinch : That's what it's all nigh, isn't it? That's what it's always been *virtually*. Gifts, gifts... gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts! Yous wanna know what happens to your gifts? They all come to me. In your garbage. You see what I'one thousand saying? In your *garbage*. I could hang myself with all the bad Christmas neckties I plant at the dump. And the forehandedness...

  [shouts]

  The Grinch : The forehandedness never ends! "I desire golf clubs. I want diamonds. I want a pony and so I can ride it twice, go bored and sell information technology to make glue." Look, I don't wanna brand waves, merely this *whole* Christmas season is...

  [shouts again]

  The Grinch : ...stupid, stupid, stupid!

  [calmer]

  The Grinch : There is, however, ane teeny-tiny Christmas tradition I discover quite meaningful...

  [holds up mistletoe]

  The Grinch : Mistletoe.

  [puts mistletoe over his butt]

  The Grinch : Now pucker up and kiss it, Whoville!

  [wiggles mistletoe]

  The Grinch : Boi-yoi-yoi-yoing!

• The Grinch : Oh. Bleeding hearts of the earth UNITE.

• Narrator : The Whos young and former would sit down to a banquet, and they'll feast, and they'll feast.

  The Grinch : And they'll feast, feast, banquet, feast. They'll eat their Who-Pudding and rare Who-Roast Fauna. Just that's something I just cannot stand in the least. Oh, no. I'M SPEAKING IN RHYME!

• Narrator : So any the reason, his heart or his shoes, he stood outside his cave, hating the Whos.

  The Grinch : [opens phone volume] Alphabetically!

  [looks into book]

  The Grinch : Aadvarkian Abakeneezer Who, I...

  [yelling]

  The Grinch : Detest YOU!

  [looks into book again]

  The Grinch : Aaron B. Benson Who, I hate *you*.

  [looking into volume]

  The Grinch : Hate, hate, hate. Hate, detest, hate. Double detest. LOATHE ENTIRELY!

• Cindy Lou Who : Santa?

  The Grinch : WHAT?

  Cindy Lou Who : Don't forget the Grinch. I know he'southward mean and hairy and smelly. His hands might exist cold and clammy, but I retrieve he's actually kinda... sweet.

  The Grinch : SWEET? Yous think he's sweet?

  Cindy Lou Who : [nods] Merry Christmas, Santa.

  [goes upstairs]

  The Grinch : Nice kid... baaad judge of grapheme.

• The Grinch : Whatever calls?

  Grinch's Answering Machine : [computer voice] You lot take no messages.

  The Grinch : Odd. Better check the outgoing.

  Grinch's Answering Car : [Grinch's phonation] If you utter and so much as 1 syllable, I'LL HUNT YOU Down AND GUT YOU LIKE A FISH! If y'all'd like to fax me, printing the star fundamental.

  The Grinch : Hmm. Oh well.

• Cindy Lou Who : Santa, what's the pregnant of Christmas?

  The Grinch : [bursts through the Christmas tree] VENGEANCE!

  The Grinch : [calmly] Er, I mean... presents, I suppose.

• The Grinch : What'south that stench? Information technology'due south fantastic.

• The Grinch : It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes, or numberless.

  Narrator : The the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before.

  The Grinch : Maybe Christmas doesn't come from a shop. Maybe Christmas...

  Narrator : He idea

  The Grinch : ...ways a picayune chip more.

• The Grinch : Nail this Christmas music. It's joyful and triumphant.

• The Grinch : I'm all toasty inside. And I'k leaking.

• The Grinch : [after getting scrap on the butt by Max] That is not a chew toy. You have no idea where it'south been.

• The Grinch : One man'southward toxic sludge is another human's potpourri.

  [Max barks]

  The Grinch : I don't know, information technology's some kind of soup.

• The Grinch : Oh, the Who-manity.

• The Grinch : [stops a tiny car] Evening, folks. Heed if I squeeze in?

  [starts to sit down on the auto]

  The Grinch : You might want to scooch over.

  [the whos run away]

  The Grinch : You did the right matter.

• The Grinch : [Takes back his mask and barks at Cindy Lou] Requite me that! Don't you know you're non suppose to have things that don't belong to y'all? What's the matter with y'all, you some kind of wild animal? Huh?

• Narrator : So he slunk to the icebox.

  [the Grinch hugs the refrigerator into place]

  The Grinch : Slunk?

  [opens upwardly the fridge]

  The Grinch : Eee.

  Narrator : He eyed the Whos' banquet. He took the Who-Pudding.

  [the Grinch throws a plate of Who pudding away]

  Narrator : He took... the Roast Beast.

  The Grinch : Hike!

  [tosses the Roast Beast in a football hike position]

  Narrator : [as the Grinch messes everything upwardly the fridge] He cleaned out that icebox as quick equally a flash. Why, that Grinch, he fifty-fifty took their last can of Who-Hash.

  [the Grinch opens up the closet to reveal a last can of Who-Hash inside in it just as Cindy opens her bedroom door]

  Narrator : And then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.

  The Grinch : And now...

  Narrator : ...grinned the Grinch...

  The Grinch : [snatches the tree] ... I'll stuff up the tree.

• The Grinch : Oh, no, the sleigh, the presents, they'll be destroyed, and I care!

  [shouts]

  The Grinch : What is the deal?

• Mayor Augustus Maywho : They nursed you. They clothed you. Here they are! Your one-time biddies!

  The Grinch : Are you two still living?

• Cindy Lou Who : [kisses the Grinch on the cheek] Your cheek's and so...

  The Grinch : I know. Hairy.

  Cindy Lou Who : No.

  The Grinch : Greasy? Stinky? Practice I have a zit?

  Cindy Lou Who : No. Warm.

• The Grinch : I am the Grinch that stole Christmas... and I'm pitiful.

  [long silence]

  The Grinch : Aren't you going to cuff me? Put me in a choke hold? Blind me with pepper spray?

  Mayor Augustus Maywho : You heard him, Officer. He admitted information technology. I'd go with the pepper spray.

  Officer Wholihan : Yep, I heard him all correct. He said he was lamentable.

• Narrator : And the more than the Grinch thought of what Christmas would bring, the more than the Grinch thought...

  The Grinch : I must stop this whole affair!

  The Grinch : Why, for year later on twelvemonth I've put upward with it at present. I must stop this Christmas from coming... but how? I MEAN... in what way?

• The Grinch : Those Whos are difficult to exhaust, Max. Only, we did our worst, and that's all that matters.

• [Cindy meets the Grinch for the beginning fourth dimension]

  Cindy Lou Who : You're the... the...

  The Grinch : [mimicking Cindy] The... the... THE GRINCH!

• Cindy Lou Who : Thanks for saving me.

  The Grinch : [stops in his tracks] Saving y'all, is that what you call back I was doing? Wrongo. I simply noticed that you lot were improperly packaged, my dear.

  [grabs wrapping paper and starts wrapping Cindy up]

  The Grinch : Hold withal.

  [to Max]

  The Grinch : Max, pick out a bow.

  [to Cindy]

  The Grinch : Can I use your finger for a sec?

• The Grinch : [to the camera] Kids today. And so desensitized by movies and televison.

• Lou Lou Who : Hello? Is my Subzero Chillibrator running? I suppose.

  The Grinch : Well so yous meliorate go grab it.

• The Grinch : [his program to ruin Christmas for the Whos] The crescendo of my odious opus.

• The Grinch : Holiday who-be what-ee?

• [terminal lines]

  Narrator : So he brought back the toys and the food for the feast. And he, he himself, the Grinch, carved the roast creature.

  The Grinch : There's nothin' like the holidays. Who wants the gizzard?

  Drew Lou Who : I practise.

  The Grinch : Too late. That'll be mine.

• The Grinch : [singing] Be it ever so heinous, there's no place like abode.

• Cindy Lou Who : [Lou standing in the mode of the Sleigh] Daddy, move!

  The Grinch : Dad, move it!

• The Grinch : Well, crease up and osculation it, Whoville.

  [puts mistletoe upwards to his butt and makes a taunting noise every bit he shakes it around]

• The Grinch : [watching Santa through binoculars] Talk nearly a recluse. He only comes out once a year, and he never catches any flak for information technology! Probably lives upwardly there to avoid the taxes.

• The Grinch : Are yous having a holly, jolly Christmas?

• The Grinch : In don't know it'southward some kind of soup.

• The Grinch : [Max continues barking at teenage Whos as they slide downward back to Whoville] Well done, Max! Serves them right, those Yuletide loving, sickly sweetness, nog sucking cheer mongers.

  [Camera pans to Grinch's mouth]

  The Grinch : I really don't similar 'em. Mmm-mm! No, I don't.

  [He eats a rotten onion]

  The Grinch : MAX!

  [Max whimpers]

  The Grinch : Get my cloak!

  [Max goes to go his cloak]

  The Grinch : I've been much also tolerant of these Whovenile delinquents and their innocent, victimless pranks.

  [From the dorsum, we see the Grinch using the half eaten onion as deodorant, and he throws information technology away as he goes outside]

  The Grinch : So, they want to get to know me, do they? They desire to spend a niggling quality time with the Grinch.

  [He turns now, facing the camera with a grouchy face]

  The Grinch : I judge I could use a little... social interaction.

  [He smiles deviously]

• The Grinch : you lot called downward the thunder at present go set up for the boom. gaze into the face of fear.

• The Grinch : [arrives on the roof with Max] Come on, Max. Information technology'due south our first finish.

  Narrator : ...the old Grinchy Claus hissed, and he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.

  [the Grinch prepares to go downwards the chimney with rope on his feet]

  Narrator : He'd slide down the chimney, a rather tight pinch simply if Santa could do it, and then so could the Grinch.

  The Grinch : [imitating sports journalist] He's planning a double-twisting interrupted by frontwards-flight 2-and-a-half with a combo tuck and pike. Loftier caste of difficulty.

  [jumps high in the air as bungee jumping while vocalizing]

  The Grinch : Whoo!

  [leans closer to the chimney]

  The Grinch : Laa-Laaa-Laaaaaaa!

  [lands in the chimney upside downward, and gets stuck since he gained a couple of pounds from the Whobilation]

  Narrator : He got stuck only once, for a moment or ii.

  The Grinch : Blasted water weight. Goes right to my hips.

  [struggles his arms to free himself as he slides down and lands and hits his head by the fireplace]

  The Grinch : Ow! Gee!

  [looks at the view of the living room]

  Narrator : Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue...

  The Grinch : [to the narrator; breaking the fourth wall] Shh! A little more stealth, please.

  Narrator : [whispering] ... Where the little Who stockings are all hung in a row.

  The Grinch : These stockings...

  Narrator : [normal vox] ... he grinned...

  The Grinch : ...are the first things to go.

  [picks out a jar of moths]

  The Grinch : Okay, fellas. Chow time.

  [frees the moths, sticks his head back upward just every bit the moths consume the stockings. And so, the Grinch lowers a hose, and sucks everything into his purse, as he laughs evilly]

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