How the Grinch Stole Christmas2001

Grinch:
Now, for the final note in my symphony of downright nasty not-niceness. The crescendo of my odious opus! [starts pushing the sled] Oh, the wailing and the gnashing of teeth. The bellowing of the bitterly bummed out! It'll be like music to my ears! [strains harder, and stops to hear faint singing]

Narrator: Then the Grinch heard a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow.

Grinch:
Huh? Huh?

Narrator: But the sound wasn't sad. Why, this sounded merry. But it was merry. Very. Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small Was singing without any presents at all. He hadn't stopped Christmas from coming. It came.

Grinch:
Somehow or other, it came just the same!

Cindy:
[looking up at the Grinch's sled] Mr. Grinch!

Narrator:
And the Grinch, with his Grinch feet ice-cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling.

Grinch: How could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags!

Narrator: And he puzzled and puzzled, 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch... thought of something... he hadn't before.

Grinch:
Maybe... Christmas...

Narrator:
...he thought...

Grinch: ...doesn't... come from a store. Maybe Christmas... perhaps... means a little bit more. [gets a sudden thump in his chest] Max, help me! I'm... feeling! [wheezes, and sees his small heart growing]

Narrator: And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say That the Grinch's small heart... grew 3 sizes... that day.

Grinch:
[puts his hand by his body, sits up, begins crying, and bawls] What's happening to me? [stops crying, and notices the sun rising] I'm all...toasty inside. [feels a tear] And I'm leaking.