“[After Martha say that her gifts are dazzling and The Grinch angrily ruined her new car] Of course, they are. That's what it's all about, isn't it? That's what it's always been about! Gifts… gifts… Gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts! Do you know what happens to your gifts? They all come to me...in your garbage. You see what I'm saying? In your garbage! I could hang myself with all the bad Christmas neckties I found at the dump, and the avarice...the AVARICE NEVER ENDS! 'I want golf clubs! I want diamonds! I want a pony so I can ride it twice, get bored, and sell it to make glue!' Look, I don't wanna make waves, but this whole Christmas season is...stupid, stupid, stupid! [looks up to and advances towards Martha May Whovier] There is, however...I...teeny-tiny...Christmas tradition...I find...quite...meaningful. [snatches up a sprig of mistletoe] Mistletoe. Now, pucker up and KISS IT, Whoville! Boi-i-i-i-i-i-ing! [angrily puts a bit of mistletoe over his butt, and then waggles it; later shaves off the Mayor's hair] Uh, oh. Somebody's...fabulous! [kisses the Mayor]”