Christmas Day is in our grasp, so long as we have hands to clasp.
The term 'Grinchy' shall apply when Christmas spirit is in short supply.
I must stop Christmas from coming... but how?
Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.
One man's toxic waste is another man's potpourri.
I'm the Grinch that stole Christmas, and I'm sorry.
If you utter so much as one syllable, I'll hunt you down and gut you like a fish!
I tell you Max, I don't know why I ever leave this place. I've got all the company I need right here.
The Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day.
The strength of ten Grinches, plus two!
Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double hate. LOATHE ENTIRELY!
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
I'm feeling... the feeling... the Christmas feeling.
It's because I'm green, isn't it?