The Grinch:"Aren't you going to cuff me? Put me in a choke hold? Blind me with pepper spray?"
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"How dare you enter the Grinch's lair! The impudence! The audacity! The unmitigated gall! You've called down the thunder, now, get ready for the boom! Gaze into the face of fear. Booga booga!"
The Grinch:"How dare you enter the Grinch's lair! The impudence! The audacity! The unmitigated gall! You've called down the thunder, now, get ready for the boom! Gaze into the face of fear. Booga booga!"
"Any calls?"
Voicemail:"You have no messages."
The Grinch:"Odd. Better check the outgoing."
Grinch Recording:"If you utter so much as one syllable, I'll hunt you down and gut you like a fish! If you'd like to fax me, press the star key."
The Grinch:"Any calls?" Voicemail:"You have no messages." The Grinch:"Odd. Better check the outgoing." Grinch Recording:"If you utter so much as one syllable, I'll hunt you down and gut you like a fish! If you'd like to fax me, press the star key."
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"Oh the wailing and gnashing of teeth! The bellowing of the bitterly bummed out! It will be like music to my ears!"
"Nerve of those Whos. Inviting me down there, on such short notice. Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it! 4:00, wallow in self-pity. 4:30, stare into the abyss. 5:00, solve world hunger. Tell no one! 5:30, Jazzercise. 6:30, dinner with me. I can't cancel that again! 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing. I'm booked! Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9:00, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear?!"
The Grinch:"Nerve of those Whos. Inviting me down there, on such short notice. Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it! 4:00, wallow in self-pity. 4:30, stare into the abyss. 5:00, solve world hunger. Tell no one! 5:30, Jazzercise. 6:30, dinner with me. I can't cancel that again! 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing. I'm booked! Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9:00, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear?!"