Frank Cross: It's Christmas Eve. It's-it's the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we-we-we smile a little easier, we-w-w-we-we-we cheer a little more. For a couple of hours out of the whole year we are the people that we always hoped we would be.
From 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!
The Grinch: I must stop Christmas from coming... but how? I MEAN - in what way?
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!
"Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like you've never been hurt and live like it's heaven on Earth."
— Mark Twain