
Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.

If you utter so much as one syllable, I'll hunt you down and gut you like a fish!

Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double hate. LOATHE ENTIRELY!

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.

It's because I'm green, isn't it?