And they’ll feast,feast, feast, feast.They’ll eat theirWho-Puddingand rare Who-roast Beast.Even if I wanted to go myschedule wouldn’t allow it.4:00, wallow in self-pity;4:30, stare into the abyss;5:00, solve world hunger,tell no one; 5:30,jazzercize; 6:30, dinnerwith me – I can’t cancelthat again; 7:00, wrestlewith my self-loat’sbecauseI’m green,isn’t it?!MaybeChristmasdoesn’tcome from astoreI’m goingto stealtheirChristmasI tell you, Max, Idon’t know why Iever leave thisplace. I’ve got allthe company Ineed right hereHELPME…I’mFEELINGOne man’stoxic sludgeis anotherman’spotpourri.Give me that! Don’tyou know you’re notsupposed to takethings that don’t belongto you? What’s thematter with you, yousome kind of wildanimal? Huh?Look, I don’twanna makewaves, but thiswhole Christmasseason is stupid,stupid, stupid!.That is not achew toy.You have noidea whereit’s beenIt came withoutribbons. It camewithout tags. Itcame withoutpackages,boxes, or bags.I know justwhat to do! I’llmake a quickSanty Claushat and a coatCindy LouWho: Santa,what’s themeaning ofChristmas?You’rean idiotthe Grinch’ssmall heartgrew threesizes thatday.Blast thisChristmasmusic. It’sjoyful andtriumphantYou wannaknow whathappens to yourgifts? They allcome to me. Inyour garbage.All right, you’re areindeer. Here’s yourmotivation: Your nameis Rudolph, you’re afreak with a red nose,and no one likes you.Then, one day, Santapicks you and yousave ChristmasNow you listen tome, young lady!Even if we’rehorribly mangled,there’ll be no sadfaces onChristmas.Your heart’san emptyhole, yourbrain is fullof spidersI become SantaClause to steal theirChristmas. If hecould deliver it onenight, then I can stealit. What’s Santa havethat I don’t?We’re gonna die!We’re gonna die!I’m gonna throwup, and then I’mgonna die!Mommy tell it tostop!How dare you toenter the Grinch’slair!? Theinsolence! Theaudacity! Theunmitigated gallYou’re ameanone, Mr.GrinchYou’re theone thing inthe world Ican’t standAm I justeatingbecauseI’m bored?I am the Grinch thatstole Christmas…and I’m sorry. Aren’tyou going to cuffme? Beat me up?Blind me withpepper spray?Holidaywho-bewhat-ee?The Grinch:VENGEANCE!I mean…Presents… IsupposePop guns! And bicycles!Roller skates! Drums!Checkerboards!Tricycles! Popcorn! Andplums! And he stuffedthem in bags. Then theGrinch, very nimbly,stuffed all the bags, oneby one, up the chimbleyHate, hate,hate. Hate,hate, hate.Double Hate.Loathe entirely!Saving you, is thatwhat you think Iwas doing? Wrong-o. I just noticed thatyou wereimproperlypackaged, my dearthe Grinchfound thestrength often Grinches,plus two!If you utter so muchas one syllable, I’LLHUNT YOU DOWNAND GUT YOULIKE A FISH! Ifyou’d like to fax me,press the star keyNo, no,no. I amthe GrinchI coulduse a littlesocialinteractionThe avarice neverends! “I want golfclubs. I wantdiamonds. I want apony so I can ride ittwice, get bored andsell it to make glueAnd they’ll feast,feast, feast, feast.They’ll eat theirWho-Puddingand rare Who-roast Beast.Even if I wanted to go myschedule wouldn’t allow it.4:00, wallow in self-pity;4:30, stare into the abyss;5:00, solve world hunger,tell no one; 5:30,jazzercize; 6:30, dinnerwith me – I can’t cancelthat again; 7:00, wrestlewith my self-loat’sbecauseI’m green,isn’t it?!MaybeChristmasdoesn’tcome from astoreI’m goingto stealtheirChristmasI tell you, Max, Idon’t know why Iever leave thisplace. I’ve got allthe company Ineed right hereHELPME…I’mFEELINGOne man’stoxic sludgeis anotherman’spotpourri.Give me that! Don’tyou know you’re notsupposed to takethings that don’t belongto you? What’s thematter with you, yousome kind of wildanimal? Huh?Look, I don’twanna makewaves, but thiswhole Christmasseason is stupid,stupid, stupid!.That is not achew toy.You have noidea whereit’s beenIt came withoutribbons. It camewithout tags. Itcame withoutpackages,boxes, or bags.I know justwhat to do! I’llmake a quickSanty Claushat and a coatCindy LouWho: Santa,what’s themeaning ofChristmas?You’rean idiotthe Grinch’ssmall heartgrew threesizes thatday.Blast thisChristmasmusic. It’sjoyful andtriumphantYou wannaknow whathappens to yourgifts? They allcome to me. Inyour garbage.All right, you’re areindeer. Here’s yourmotivation: Your nameis Rudolph, you’re afreak with a red nose,and no one likes you.Then, one day, Santapicks you and yousave ChristmasNow you listen tome, young lady!Even if we’rehorribly mangled,there’ll be no sadfaces onChristmas.Your heart’san emptyhole, yourbrain is fullof spidersI become SantaClause to steal theirChristmas. If hecould deliver it onenight, then I can stealit. What’s Santa havethat I don’t?We’re gonna die!We’re gonna die!I’m gonna throwup, and then I’mgonna die!Mommy tell it tostop!How dare you toenter the Grinch’slair!? Theinsolence! Theaudacity! Theunmitigated gallYou’re ameanone, Mr.GrinchYou’re theone thing inthe world Ican’t standAm I justeatingbecauseI’m bored?I am the Grinch thatstole Christmas…and I’m sorry. Aren’tyou going to cuffme? Beat me up?Blind me withpepper spray?Holidaywho-bewhat-ee?The Grinch:VENGEANCE!I mean…Presents… IsupposePop guns! And bicycles!Roller skates! Drums!Checkerboards!Tricycles! Popcorn! Andplums! And he stuffedthem in bags. Then theGrinch, very nimbly,stuffed all the bags, oneby one, up the chimbleyHate, hate,hate. Hate,hate, hate.Double Hate.Loathe entirely!Saving you, is thatwhat you think Iwas doing? Wrong-o. I just noticed thatyou wereimproperlypackaged, my dearthe Grinchfound thestrength often Grinches,plus two!If you utter so muchas one syllable, I’LLHUNT YOU DOWNAND GUT YOULIKE A FISH! Ifyou’d like to fax me,press the star keyNo, no,no. I amthe GrinchI coulduse a littlesocialinteractionThe avarice neverends! “I want golfclubs. I wantdiamonds. I want apony so I can ride ittwice, get bored andsell it to make glue

GRINCH Bingo - Call List

(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.


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  1. And they’ll feast, feast, feast, feast. They’ll eat their Who-Pudding and rare Who-roast Beast.
  2. Even if I wanted to go my schedule wouldn’t allow it. 4:00, wallow in self-pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 5:30, jazzercize; 6:30, dinner with me – I can’t cancel that again; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loa
  3. t’s because I’m green, isn’t it?!
  4. Maybe Christmas doesn’t come from a store
  5. I’m going to steal their Christmas
  6. I tell you, Max, I don’t know why I ever leave this place. I’ve got all the company I need right here
  7. HELP ME…I’m FEELING
  8. One man’s toxic sludge is another man’s potpourri.
  9. Give me that! Don’t you know you’re not supposed to take things that don’t belong to you? What’s the matter with you, you some kind of wild animal? Huh?
  10. Look, I don’t wanna make waves, but this whole Christmas season is stupid, stupid, stupid!.
  11. That is not a chew toy. You have no idea where it’s been
  12. It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes, or bags.
  13. I know just what to do! I’ll make a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat
  14. Cindy Lou Who: Santa, what’s the meaning of Christmas?
  15. You’re an idiot
  16. the Grinch’s small heart grew three sizes that day.
  17. Blast this Christmas music. It’s joyful and triumphant
  18. You wanna know what happens to your gifts? They all come to me. In your garbage.
  19. All right, you’re a reindeer. Here’s your motivation: Your name is Rudolph, you’re a freak with a red nose, and no one likes you. Then, one day, Santa picks you and you save Christmas
  20. Now you listen to me, young lady! Even if we’re horribly mangled, there’ll be no sad faces on Christmas.
  21. Your heart’s an empty hole, your brain is full of spiders
  22. I become Santa Clause to steal their Christmas. If he could deliver it one night, then I can steal it. What’s Santa have that I don’t?
  23. We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die! I’m gonna throw up, and then I’m gonna die! Mommy tell it to stop!
  24. How dare you to enter the Grinch’s lair!? The insolence! The audacity! The unmitigated gall
  25. You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
  26. You’re the one thing in the world I can’t stand
  27. Am I just eating because I’m bored?
  28. I am the Grinch that stole Christmas… and I’m sorry. Aren’t you going to cuff me? Beat me up? Blind me with pepper spray?
  29. Holiday who-be what-ee?
  30. The Grinch: VENGEANCE! I mean… Presents… I suppose
  31. 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
  32. Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double Hate. Loathe entirely!
  33. Saving you, is that what you think I was doing? Wrong-o. I just noticed that you were improperly packaged, my dear
  34. the Grinch found the strength of ten Grinches, plus two!
  35. If you utter so much as one syllable, I’LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND GUT YOU LIKE A FISH! If you’d like to fax me, press the star key
  36. No, no, no. I am the Grinch
  37. I could use a little social interaction
  38. The avarice never ends! “I want golf clubs. I want diamonds. I want a pony so I can ride it twice, get bored and sell it to make glue