Narrator: "Pooh-pooh to the Whos" he was grinchily humming.
The Grinch: They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming. They're just waking up, I know just what they'll do. Their mouths will hang open a minute or two. Then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry "booo-hooo."
Freddie Munster: Let's bash him on the cranium with something jagged.
Mr. Cramden: Flint, the world's in trouble.
Derek Flint: Well, it usually is, but it manages to extricate itself without my help.