Favorite lines from a Christmas Movie!

The Shitter was full! Merry Christmas!
(Christmas Vaca)
If you TOUCH me again, I am gonna punch yuo in the god damn face.
(Scrooge)
I can't get these little antlers on this mouse?
Did you try Staples?
(Scrooge)
(Christmas Vaca)
If you TOUCH me again, I am gonna punch yuo in the god damn face.
(Scrooge)
I can't get these little antlers on this mouse?
Did you try Staples?
(Scrooge)
Get em a Body Bag Yeeeeeaaaaa!
Sweep the Leg Johnny.
Sweep the Leg Johnny.
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Hey. If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is. Hallelujah. Holy shit. Where's the Tylenol?
"The leads are weak? Fuckin' leads are weak? You're Weak! I've Been in this business 15 years"
"What's your name?"
"FUCK YOU! THAT"S MY NAME!"
-A Christmas Story
Clark: Our holidays were always such a mess.
Clark Sr.: Oh, yeah.
Clark: How'd you get through it?
Clark Sr.: I had a lot of help from Jack Daniels.
Ralphie: Only one thing in the world could've dragged me away from the soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the window.
George: [quietly] Listen. Santa can't drink no more milk. Santa has a lactose intolerance, and it gives him horrible gas pains. Do you want to see Santa farting down everybody's chimney?
This place reminds me of Santa's workshop. Except it smells like mushrooms and everyone looks like they want to hurt me.
"The leads are weak? Fuckin' leads are weak? You're Weak! I've Been in this business 15 years"
"What's your name?"
"FUCK YOU! THAT"S MY NAME!"
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch.
You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.
I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Grinch.
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile.
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grinch.
The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.
Your soul is an apalling dump heap
overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment
of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Grinch.
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce.
"I'm sorry but I have had it! I have never heard of such a Christmas! Sex... and drugs... an-an-and women being set on fire!"
"The spirit of Christmas is either you're good or you're punished and you burn in hell."
Till there aint nothing left worth taking away from me.....
....and keep the change, you filthy animal.'
- the great Sir Leo Harrison
"did ya hear that?"
I use that one all year round.
And when he meets the fake Santa and says:
"you sit on a throne of lies"
Buddy to Jovie:I think you're really beautiful and I feel really warm when I'm around you and my tongue swells up.
Buddy to the fake Santa: You stink. You smell like beef and cheese! You don't smell like Santa.
*ring ring*
"Hi, this is Buddy the Elf, what's your favorite color..."
"the bitch hit me with a toaster!"
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Only I didn't say "Fudge." I said THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words, the "F-dash-dash-dash" word!
Mr. Parker: [stunned] *What* did you say?
Ralphie: Uh, um...
Mr. Parker: That's... what I thought you said. Get in the car. Go on!
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] It was all over - I was dead. What would it be? The guillotine? Hanging? The chair? The rack? The Chinese water torture? Hmmph. Mere child's play compared to what surely awaited me.
"But --you say that Dreams have no power here? Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar...Ask yourselves, all of you...What power would hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to Dream of Heaven?" Dream speaking to Lucifer as written by Neil Gaiman.
Kid: Your beard's not real.
Willie: No Shit!It was real, but I got sick and all the hair fell out.
Kid: How come?
Willie: I loved a woman who wasn't clean.
Kid: Mrs. Santa?
Willie: No it was her sister.
Nothing says "Christmas" like...:D
Anne: It's money I've been saving for a divorce...if I ever get married.
and
Clarence: Remember, George: no man is a failure who has friends.
"But --you say that Dreams have no power here? Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar...Ask yourselves, all of you...What power would hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to Dream of Heaven?" Dream speaking to Lucifer as written by Neil Gaiman.
Yep, captures the spirit of christmas completely. lol
LMAO!
hahahaha
Love that one!
The tone in his voice is so funny.
Sweep the Leg Johnny.
I love smiles, smiles my favorite!
Sweep the Leg Johnny.
So I will add: "Now I have a machine gun...ho..ho..ho"
Deck the harrs wif barrs of horry
fa ra ra ra ra ra. ra ra ra ra
Tis the season to be jorry
fa ra ra ra ra ra. ra ra ra ra
we sit around and wonder exactly why our marriage should feel threatened by gay marriage
"i have to sleep with my brother, do you know how sick that is?"
"well honey i have to sleep with your father"
-It's a Wonderful Life
"We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse."
Ft Worth 9-15-23
Hartford 5-13-06, 6-27-08, 10-25-13
Mansfield, MA 6-30-08, 6-28-08, 7-2-03, 7-3-03, 7-11-03, 8-29-00, 8-30-00, 9-15-98, 9-16-98
Worcester 10-15-13, 10-16-13
'it's a bit nipply out'