SnatchTurkish: Puck me, hold tight. What's that?
Tommy: It's me head, Turkish.
Turkish: No, Tommy. There's a helmet on your head. What's a helmet doing on your head?
Tommy: It's for protection.
Turkish: Protection from what? "Zee Gapers"?
Vincini:But it's so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: are you the sort of man who would click into his own bindings or his enemy's? Now, a clever man would would click into his own bindings, because he would know that only a great fool would ski what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly choose skis front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the skis in front of me.
Narrator: The Bears young and old would ski down to a Lift line, and they will wait, and they will wait.
The Grinch: And they'll wait, wait, wait. They'll make their Who-Pairs and match up with Who-Bears. But there's something I can't stand about cozy old double chairs... Oh no. I'M SPEAKING IN RHYME.