Animated Merry Christmas Quotes

I rub my forehead. Is this what happens when two rambling idiots decide to have small talk?

I wish I was bold. I wish I was more take-charge, but at the end of the day, I’m a people pleaser, and I make decisions based on how people will see me, not what’s best for me.

I might look intimidating wielding an axe at the farm, but I’m not ashamed to say I’m a cinnamon roll.

I unravel the garland and then toss it. I’ll never look at popcorn garland the same.

And why didn’t you just knock on the door and introduce yourself like a normal human being? Say, Hey, I’m your next-door neighbor? Instead, you chose to part my bush with your crowbar.” He smirks a stupid smirk. “Part your bush with my crowbar, huh?

Narrator: There’s one thing for sure: I’ll never look at a chocolate-covered cherry the same.

Sometimes it’s hard to find your voice

As I sat there, the town clock struck twelve, and the sound reminded me of the legend, which affirms that all dumb animals are endowed with speech for one hour after midnight on Christmas Eve, in memory of the animals who lingered near the manger when the blessed Christ Child was born.

There were glamorous young men with dyed hair who rustled like old cellophane. Older men had airs of sophistication and cold grace, giving the impression that if they were not so terribly tired they would go to places (known only to a select few) where the conversation was more scintillating and the congregation more interesting. There were young women who had the exotic sheen of recently fed forest animals. Although they moved their fine heads languorously this way and that, nothing in the room excited their appetites. Unfashionable red lips cut across their white faces, and the crimson fingernails, as pointed as surgical instruments, heightened the predatory effect. Older, sadder women were more interesting to me. Voluminous skirts and imported shawls did not hide their heavy bodies, nor was their unattractiveness shielded by the clanks of chains and ribbons of beads, or by pale pink lips and heavily drawn doe eyes. Their presence among the pretty people enchanted me. It was like seeing frogs buzzed by iridescent dragonflies.

other gentlemen had come out with him. One was a low-spirited gentleman of middle age, of a meagre habit, and a disconsolate face; who kept his hands continually in the pockets of his scanty pepper-and-salt trousers, very large and dog’s-eared from that custom; and was not particularly well brushed or washed. The other, a full-sized, sleek, well-conditioned gentleman, in a blue coat with bright buttons, and a white cravat. This gentleman had a very red face, as if an undue proportion of the blood in his body were squeezed up into his head; which perhaps accounted for his having also the appearance of being rather cold about the heart. He who had Toby’s meat upon the fork, called to the first one by the name of Filer; and they both drew near together. Mr. Filer being exceedingly short-sighted, was obliged to go so close to the remnant of Toby’s dinner before he could make out what it was, that Toby’s heart leaped up into his mouth. But Mr. Filer didn’t eat it. “This is a description of animal food, Alderman,” said Filer, making little punches in it, with a pencil-case, “commonly known to the labouring population of this country, by the name of tripe.” The Alderman laughed, and winked; for he was a merry fellow, Alderman Cute. Oh, and a sly fellow,

There is not one but two India, Animal India and Human India - Animal India carries Gita like Gun, Human India celebrates Diwali, breaks bread on Iftar, and sings Merry Christmas, with Gurbani.

Can you see it? Him skipping about, unable to control his excitement? Well, I saw it and spared you the details. Might have lost a little respect for him, especially because after she left, he skipped around and then ran into the coffee table again, causing him to go headfirst into the Christmas tree.

I can bring you into town and drop you off, because I need to pick up some supplies and go gush to Cole about a girl that I like.” I snort and cover my nose. “Oh my God, please tell me you’re really doing that.” “You don’t know me that well if that’s a question you even have to ask.

Are there any other compliments you want to throw toward each other’s fathers, or are you set on that?

Narrator: And that is why you’re my favorite. On with the story.

Slowly, I turn to Cole, and I don’t have to say anything, because I can see it written all over his face. He nods. “You were right, dear. You were right.

and then Frank patted me on the shoulder and asked if I needed a lifesaver, because I was drowning.

I’m just . . . I’m having a hard time dealing with all this stuff. I’m clearly not a fan of what you’re trying to do. I think it’s wrong, I think it’s vindictive, and I don’t understand why you’re doing it, especially since you don’t really know me or my family, but . . . Jesus Christ, Betty. I’m so fucking attracted to you that it’s . . . it’s fucking with my head.

Christ.” I tug on her hand, trying to pull her up. “I want your tits in my mouth.” “And I want your dick in mine,” she replies with an evil smirk.

What is happening?” I hear Cole mutter. “Magic,” Storee says, clasping her hands together. “Are they the same person?” “Yes,” Storee answers.

I’ve had a stomachache since the moment I heard about her.

Narrator: Spoiler alert: Max will not go undetected. In fact, this plan is about to very much blow up in his face . . .

Ahhh!” I scream out of pure reaction just as a feral warrior cry sounds through the silent night air as five words are screamed into existence by a female voice. “Take that, you filthy animal!” And then like a rocket being blasted through a cannon, a two-liter bottle of Pepsi flies right at my head, knocking me out cold.

Take that

So to sum it up, I have a penis, you have a vagina, and we’re aware of both things.” “I think that is correct,” I say, looking for the emergency exit to throw myself out of. Frank leans forward, joining in with a hand raised. “We have a penis and a vagina over here as well.” Dear God in heaven.

I might look intimidating wielding an axe at the farm

India Beyond Saffron (Sanyasi Scientist Sonnet) Ananta (Eternity) knows no foreign-sanatan, either Hindutva or Human - saffron was never the color of India, India is the most spectacular rainbow among the ancient of civilizations. There is not one but two India, Animal India and Human India - Animal India carries Gita like Gun, Human India celebrates Diwali, breaks bread on Iftar, and sings Merry Christmas, with Gurbani. An Indian is pluralism personified, take away pluralism, and you're left with a monkey draped in saffron.

It’s a whole other thing to try to sell an experience

side. Yes, we’re that couple, sitting side by side in a booth rather than across from each other.

You’re a six-foot-four mammoth of a man wearing a ski mask and sunglasses. You’re anything but incognito at the moment.

If eggnog was the liquid

And a Merry Christmas to you." "Well, sir," he said, "it won't be long now, will it, until old soup-for-brains with the long white beard will come a-jingling over our housetops with goodies for us all." "No--Guess not." "A man who whips little reindeer is capable of anything," said Hackleman.

So to sum it up

Jonah sucked in a deep breath and, as loud and deep as he could make his voice, declared, “Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal!

Yeah

I’m not. Trust me

She said she didn’t want me peeking in her pants

about going back to Fort Collins and I can just focus on the new project.

You’re a question mark to me. Sometimes you do the right thing; sometimes you don’t. Max: I like to keep you on your toes.

The moment Storee noticed Max had heart eyes for Betty, she threw his stupid plan—drawn-out diagram included—right out the window. She has a plan of her own, and it’s called being the Cupid Christmas matchmaker.

It’s times like this when I want everyone to see that my best friend isn’t a complete grump and that he really does care about me.

Or . . . he could be playing me. I don’t like to be that person, the cynic, because I like to think the glass is half-full all the time, but it’s hard not to consider the change of behavior as something strange.

You want relief?” “Yes,” I say. “Betty

Atlas

Did you see that little moment of levity? He drops the Grinch act only for mentions of the girls in his life. For me? Not so much.

If you’re looking to get into the Christmas spirit, Kringletown is the place to be,

Great question. And of course they’re from out-of-town schools

But there’s something about him being the son of the most powerful man in Kringle that has my nuts turning in on themselves.

I’ve walked through life pretty oblivious to a lot of things, so joining in on someone else’s vendetta doesn’t exactly feel right to me.

Narrator: Max doesn’t know just how deep his words cut. But Betty does. Instead of going to her cottage, she drives into town to Dwight’s real estate office, where she parks her car, wipes her tears, and gathers herself. She thought she could handle this. With Joyful Ring Farm could be the new direction she needs, but it is also a stark reminder of the darkest moments in her life. Max was right—she has no idea how to sell an experience. He hit the nail on the head. And Betty, despite her prior excellent Christmassy ideas, might be looking for her white flag of surrender sooner than she wanted.

You wily minx.