Grinch Sayings in 2025

Stupid. Ugly. Out of date. This is ridiculous. If I can’t find something nice to wear I’m not going.

4:00, wallow in self-pity. 4:30, stare into the abyss. 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one. 5:30, jazzercize; 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, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness.

Oh, the Who-manity.

That is not a chew toy!

Max, grab a bag. We’ll come back for the rest. Of course when I say “we” I mean “you.

Look at those greedy little monsters. Loading themselves up with Christmas junk.

I could use a little social interaction.

Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums! And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly, stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimbley!

I don’t need anything more for Christmas than this right here. My family.

No matter how different a Who may appear, he will always be welcomed with holiday cheer.

Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double Hate. Loathe entirely!

I am the Grinch that stole Christmas… and I’m sorry. Aren’t you going to cuff me? Beat me up? Blind me with pepper spray?

Blast this Christmas music! It’s joyful and triumphant.

That is not a chew toy. You have no idea where it’s been.

Oh hey look, it’s me. Oh dear

Give me that! Don’t you know you’re not supposed to take things that don’t belong to you? What’s the matter with you? You some kind of wild animal?

You’re a monster, Mr. Grinch. Your heart’s an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders, You’ve got garlic in your soul.

But what would I wear?