Movie Quotes for Tinsel

Mandy: Grim, everyone knows that Santa is an invention designed by
  the big five corporations to sell tinsel and video games to an
  unsuspecting public.
Grim: The whole "childhood wonder" stage just blew right past you,
  didnt it?

Marla Singer: I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar.
Narrator: It was worth every penny.
Marla Singer: Its a bridesmaids dress. Someone loved it intensely
  for one day, and then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree. So special.
  Then, bam, its on the side of the road. [Grabs Narrators crotch]
  Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear
  inside out. Bound with electrical tape.
Narrator: Well, then it suits you.
Marla Singer: You can borrow it sometime.

Doctor Matthew Chinnery: [to a dog] Hello old girl. Oh, you really
  are on your last legs arent you? Had a good innings, eh? Chased a
  few cats, chewed a few bones. Well, you wont be in pain for much
  longer. Oh, dont mind this. Just a silly little needle.
[the dog whimpers as he injects it, but he pets, and soothes it]
Dr. Matthew Chinnery: Off to the land of nod. Good dog.
[Farmer Tinsel then enters carrying another dog]
Farmer Tinsel: Ugh, the galstones made him put on weight Mr.
  Chinnery.
Dr. Matthew Chinnery: What have you got there?
Farmer Tinsel: Heres Blacko. The poorly one. The one I want putting
  down.
Dr. Chinnery: And this one, the... sleeping one.
Farmer Tinsel: Whiskey. My litle angel she is. Arent you pet?
  Whiskey? Whiskey?
Dr. Matthew Chinnery: I wonder if you can take a seat Mr. Tinsel, I
  have some rather upsetting news.

Spydor: [firing at aliens] Take that ya big tinsel-headed robot
  mooks!
Spydor: [lazers bounce of aliens without effect] Heh - whaddaya know?
  They took it...

E.L.F.S. Leader: Tinsel. Not just for decoration.

Dr. Frasier Crane: Hi, were back. As most of my faithful listeners
  know, every year I compose a parable that I hope will illuminate
  the spirit of the Christmas season. So without any further ado, I
  give you "The Story of Olaf, the lonely little goatherd."
[He plays a tape of barnyard noises. Bulldog and Gil sneak in via
  Rozs booth]
Dr. Frasier Crane: [reading] "Once upon a time, there lived a lonely
  little goatherd. He had no family, and no playthings, so to amuse
  himself, one day he carved a little wooden flute...”
[Bulldog and Gil drape him in tinsel and lights]
Dr. Frasier Crane: [ignoring them] "A flute that he used to play
  during the long, lonely evenings. And the tune it made was very
  lovely, and all the people in the village below could hear the
  pure, glorious sound...”
[mutes the microphone]
Dr. Frasier Crane: This is all very amusing, but nothing you can do
  is going to distract me!
[Bulldog plugs in the lights, and he and Gil laugh]
Dr. Frasier Crane: [keeps reading] "One day, the son of a wealthy
  merchant heard the music, and while that boy had all the toys in
  the world, he was jealous of this little goatherds flute."
[Bulldog tries to burn Frasiers script with a cigarette lighter]
Dr. Frasier Crane: "So, one dark-"
[blows out Bulldogs lighter]
Dr. Frasier Crane: "-night, one dark-"
[blows it out again]
Dr. Frasier Crane: -windy night, The merchants son stole his
  precious instrument, but when he took that flute home, he couldnt
  make it play. So he smashed the flute to bits."
[Bulldog and Gil return with Candy, a stripper disguised under a
  Santa costume]
Dr. Frasier Crane: "When the little goatherd came down the mountain
  the next day, and saw his flute was broken...”
[Candy whips off her belt and jacket to reveal a fur-lined bra]
Dr. Frasier Crane: YIKES!...”He might have said that, but instead he
  forgave the merchants son. And the wealthy merchant adopted the
  little goatherd, and...”
[Candy rips off her pants, revealing a garter belt and lacy
  underwear]
Dr. Frasier Crane: OH, MAMA!...”he said, upon meeting the merchants
  wife, and somewhere along the way, he learned the true meaning of
  Christmas." This is Dr. Frasier Crane, wishing you a truly blessed
  and forgiving holiday.
[off the air]
Dr. Frasier Crane: There now, you see? Nice try. Miss Kanes
  delightful performance aside, this just proves the power of my
  message cannot be stayed... for Gods sakes, what am I, a robot?
[He grabs Candy and kisses her passionately]
Dr. Frasier Crane: And to all a good night.

[about Festivus]
Cosmo Kramer: What do you use for decoration?
Frank Costanza: An aluminum pole. I find tinsel distracting.

Guy Fuddle: LOOK! Will you just sell me a box of BLOODY fireworks and
  a string of BLOODY TINSEL! PLEASE!

Iola Lucille Boyland: Im glad I put the tinsel on strand-by-strand.
  It gives the tree such symmetry.
Bubba Higgins: Yeah, and it balances it out, too.

Frasier: Oh, joy, Christmas Eve. By this time tomorrow, millions of
  Americans, knee-deep in tinsel and wrapping paper will utter those
  heartfelt words, Is this all I got?

[first lnes]
Narrator: We bring you the circus, pied piper whose magic tunes greet
  children of all ages, from six to 60, into a tinsel and spun-candy
  world of reckless beauty and mounting laughter and whirling
  thrills; of rhythm, excitement and grace; of blaring and daring and
  dance; of high-stepping horses and high-flying stars. But behind
  all this, the circus is a massive machine whose very life depends
  on discipline and motion and speed. A mechanized army on wheels,
  that rolls over any obstacle in its path, that meets calamity again
  and again, but always comes up smiling. A place where disaster and
  tragedy stalk the big top, haunt the backyard, and ride the circus
  train. Where death is constantly watching for one frayed rope, one
  weak link, or one trace of fear. A fierce, primitive fighting force
  that smashes relentlessly forward against impossible odds. That is
  the circus. And this is the story of the biggest of the big tops,
  and of the men and women who fight to make it "The Greatest Show on
  Earth."