The Grinch: All right, you're a reindeer. Here's your motivation: Your name is Rudolph, you're a freak with a red nose, and no one likes you. Then, one day, Santa picks you and you save Christmas. No, forget that part. We'll improvise... just keep it kind of loosey-goosey. You HATE Christmas! You're gonna steal it. Saving Christmas is a lousy ending, way too commercial. ACTION!

[Max knocks the red nose off]

The Grinch: BRILLIANT! You reject your own nose because it represents the glitter of commercialism. Why didn't I think of that? Cut, print, check the gate, moving on.

The Grinch: The nerve of those Whos. Inviting me down there - on such short notice! Even if I wanted to go my schedule wouldn't allow it. 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. But what would I wear?

The Grinch: [shouts] Hello?

Echo: Hello.

The Grinch: How are you?

Echo: How are you?

The Grinch: I asked you first.

Echo: I asked you first.

The Grinch: Oh right, that's REALLY mature, saying exactly what I say.

Echo: ...Saying exactly what I say.

The Grinch: I'm an idiot!

Echo: You're an idiot!

The Grinch: Am I just eating because I'm bored?

Who Father: Hey, Honey! Our baby's here. He looks just like your boss.