His name is Robert Paulson. His name is Robert Paulson. His name is Robert Paulson.
…and what I say three times is true!
I am the Grinch that stole Christmas… and I’m sorry.
For as long as I can remember people have hated me. They looked at my face and my body and they ran away in horror. In my loneliness, I decided that if I could not inspire love, which was my deepest hope, I would instead cause fear.
As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.
You can get further with a kind word and a gun than you can with just a kind word.
Up until now everything around here has been, well, pleasant. Recently certain things have become unpleasant.
Figuring weight for age, all dolls are the same.
Hi, I’m Chucky. Wanna play?
You must come down with me - after the show - to the lumberyard… and ride piggyback on the buzzsaw.
Look, mate, I didn’t wanna work in a pet shop. I wanted to be… a lumberjack!
Hey Paul! (Hey Paul!)
Paul Bunyan! (Paul Bunyan!)
He’s 63 ax handles high
With his feet on the ground
And his head in the sky.
Her entire body radiates with pure energy, giving her enormous strength and size.
I’m hyperventilating. Does anybody have a giant paper bag?
“It’s really not that dangerous.”
“That’s not what I’ve been told.”
Qantas. Qantas never crashed.
You mean THE STEWARDESS IS FLYING THE PLANE?
That’s not flying! That’s falling with style.
You ever do any modeling? Fashion stuff, I mean. You’ve got it.
Dance, ten, looks, three
And I’m still on unemployment
Dancing for my own enjoyment
That ain’t it, kid, That ain’t it, kid!