James Ritz

The Grinch: [after Max scared off some teen Whos; angrily picks up an onion; hungrily eats the onion; Max whimpers; Max runs back inside; rubs his pits with the onion; angrily throws away the onion; turns to the camera; shows off a sinister-looking smile; the scene fades to Whoville with a view of Max and the Grinch's feet] Well done, Max! Serves them right, those yuletide-loving, sickly-sweet, nog-sucking cheer mongers! I really don't like em. Mm-mm. No, I don't. MAX! Get my cloak! I've been much too tolerant of these Who-venile delinquents, and their innocent, victim-less pranks. So they wanna get to know me, do they? They want to spend a little quality time with the Grinch. I guess I could use a little... social interaction.

Whoville Bike Men: Merry Christmas!

Grinch: [The bikers fall down, blocking traffic.] Oh, yeah. You bet, and ho, ho, ho, and... stuff. Oh, my. Someone has vandalized that vehicle. You see, Max? The city is a dangerous place.

Narrator: The Grinch hated Christmas. The whole Christmas season.

Who Officer: Top of the day.

Grinch: Flatfoot.

Narrator: Now please, don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.

Grinch: [gives two Who girls a bandsaw] Hey kids. Here's a present for ya. Be sure to run real fast with it now. All right, come on. Double time. Let's go! Move, move, move, move, move!

Narrator: It could be that his head wasn't screwed on just right. Or it could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all...

Who: Merry Christmas!

Grinch: Is it?

Narrator: ...may have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

Crazy Mose: [The Grinch lifts his mask, deeply belches, blows odor on him, making him fall. The Grinch pulls his mask back on and laughs sneakily.] Hey, stranger! Won't let you go until you buy a chapeau!