Taylor MomsenQuotes

Cindy Lou Who: [singing] ♪ Where are you, Christmas, why can't I find you? Why have you gone away? My world is changing, I'm rearranging. Does that mean Christmas changes, too? ♪♪ Where are you, Christmas? Do you remember the girl you used to know? You and I we're so carefree, now, nothing's easy. Did Christmas change or just me? ♪

Cindy Lou Who: But, Dad, I just don't understand something. Why won't anyone talk about the Grinch?

Lou Lou Who: [puts stuff inside] You kids and the Grinch. You see, Cindy, the Grinch is a Who who...well, is actually not a Who. He's-- He's more of a--

Cindy: A what?

Lou: Exactly, honey. And he's a What who... doesn't like Christmas. Take a look at his mailbox, sweetie. Not a single Christmas card in or out...ever.

Cindy: But why?

Lou: Well—

Post Office Person 1: Lou, where's my mail?

Post Office Person 2: Lou, I got the wrong mail here!

Post Office Person 3: Lou, I got the wrong mail!

Lou: Uh, I'll be right there. Whoop!

Post Office Person 4: We got a problem!

Lou: Alright. Uh, we'll straighten this out.

Grinch: [at the back room of the post office with Max by the sorting machine; laughing with glee; laughs schemingly; turns around by the sorting machine, then starts throwing everyone's mail in the wrong boxes; throws more mail into the wrong boxes as he emits a light giggle of amusement] It'll take them years to sort this out. This is his and now it's yours, and this is hers and now it's his! And for the rest of you... ...Jury duty, Jury duty, Jury duty, blackmail, pink slip, chain letter, eviction notice, Jury duty! Gee-e-e-e-e-eee!

Lou: Would you mind helping me? Take this to the back room, honey. But, be careful of the sorting machine, right?

Cindy: Yeah.

Cindy Lou Who: ['''Narrator:''' But you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick… [Grinch coughs; '''Grinch:''' [imitating Santa; '''Narrator:''' The fake Santa Claus lied.; '''Grinch''': There's a light on this tree that won't... light on one side, so I'm taking it home to my w-wo-orkshop, my dear. [laughs and Cindy giggles; '''Grinch''': [pops out through the tree, startling Cindy; '''Narrator:''' And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head, and he got her a drink and he sent her to bed.; '''Grinch:''' [sharply; '''Grinch:''' "Sweet"!? You think he's sweet?] Santa Claus, what are you doing with our tree? ...He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick.] Why-hy-hyy, my sweet little tot!] I'll fix it up there… and I'll bring it... back here.] Santa, what's Christmas really about? Vengeance! Er, I mean… presents... I suppose.] I was afraid of that. Santa? What?!] Don't forget the Grinch. I know he's mean, and hairy and scary... His hands might be cold and clammy. But I think he's actually... sweet. Merry Christmas, Santa.

Cindy Lou Who: ['''Narrator:''' Cindy Lou had some questions in her curious heart. Why'' did ''the Grinch hate Christmas? Where did it all start? With her dad's blabbacorder, she wouldn't give an inch.] In your own words, please tell me everything you know about the Grinch.

Cindy Lou Who: ['''Grinch:''' [imitating Cindy Lou Who; normal voice; loudly; falls down a mail shaft and gets stuck; '''Grinch:''' Well...; '''Grinch:''' That worked out nicely.] You're the, the, the, the– "The, the, the, the–" THE GRINCH!] Aah! Help! Help!