Reason #419 Why The Jelly Of The Month Club Blows

Clark W. Griswald + egg nog + Cousin Eddie + screwed over by the boss = quite simply, one of the greatest tirades in the history of cinema. Perhaps the defining moment of Chevy Chase's career:

"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?"

And in case you're interested in the preamble, here 'tis. Happy Holidays. Holy shit.