Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums! And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly, Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimbley!

And this mess is so big And so deep and so tall, We cannot pick it up. There is no way at all!

When he worked, he really worked. But when he played, he really PLAYED.

Adults are obsolete children.

You make 'em, I amuse 'em. [children]

Everything stinks until it's finished.

I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues.