"So whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes, he stood outside his cave, hating the Whos. [Grinch: ...Alphabetically. [points to name] Aardvarkian Abakenezer Who, I... HATE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!!! Aaron B. Benson Who, I hate you. Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double hate. [sees a name (maybe Mayor Augustus May Who) in the phonebook; venomously] LOATHE ENTIRELY! [hears music playing in Whoville] Nutcrackers? It's their Whobilation!] He snarled with a sneer. [Grinch: Tomorrow is Christmas. It's practically here. MAX! Fetch me my sedative! Now to take care of those pesky memories.]"