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Just a minute... just a minute. Now, hold on, Mr. Potter. You're right when you say my father was no businessman. I know that. Why he ever started this cheap, penny-ante Building and Loan, I'll never know. But neither you nor anyone else can say anything against his character, because his whole life was... why, in the 25 years since he and his brother, Uncle Billy, started this thing, he never once thought of himself. Isn't that right, Uncle Billy? He didn't save enough money to send Harry away to college, let alone me. But he did help a few people get out of your slums, Mr. Potter, and what's wrong with that? Why... here, you're all businessmen here. Doesn't it make them better citizens? Doesn't it make them better customers? You... you said... what'd you say a minute ago? They had to wait and save their money before they even ought to think of a decent home. Wait? Wait for what? Until their children grow up and leave them? Until they're so old and broken down that they... Do you know how long it takes a working man to save $5,000? Just remember this, Mr. Potter, that this rabble you're talking about... they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this community. Well, is it too much to have them work and pay and live and die in a couple of decent rooms and a bath? Anyway, my father didn't think so. People were human beings to him. But to you, a warped, frustrated old man, they're cattle. Well in my book, my father died a much richer man than you'll ever be!
[yelling at Uncle Billy] Where's that money, you silly stupid old fool? Where's that money? Do you realize what this means? It means bankruptcy and scandal and prison! That's what it means! One of well, it's not gonna be me!
Hey look, mister. We serve hard drinks in here for men who want to get drunk fast, and we don't need any characters around to give the joint "atmosphere". Is that clear, or do I have to slip you my left for a convincer? :
[intervening] Nick, hold on. Just give him the same as mine. He's no trouble. :
[Nick walks away to tend to the bar] :
[to Clarence] What's the matter with him? I never saw Nick act like that before. :
You'll see a lot of strange things from now on.
[slamming a bottle on the bar] That's it! Out you two pixies go... through the door, or out the window! :
Hold on, Nick! What's wrong? :
That's another thing. Where do you come off calling me Nick? :
Well... Nick, that's your name. Isn't it? :
What does that have to do with anything? I don't know you from Adam's off Ox.
Now, come on, get your clothes on, and we'll stroll up to my car and get... Oh, I'm sorry. I'll stroll. You fly. :
I can't fly! I haven't got my wings. :
You haven't got your wings. Yeah, that's right.
Well, maybe I left the car up at Martini's. Well, come on, Gabriel. :
Clarence! :
Clarence. Right... Clarence.
[George has discovered his brother Harry's tombstone] :
[explaining] Your brother, Harry Bailey, broke through the ice and was drowned at the age of nine. :
That's a lie! Harry Bailey went to war! He got the Congressional Medal of Honor! He saved the lives of every man on that transport! :
Every man on that transport died. Harry wasn't there to save them, because you weren't there to save Harry.
What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary. :
I'll take it. Then what? :
Well, then you can swallow it, and it'll all dissolve, see... and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair... am I talking too much?
[George returns to the bridge where his nightmare began, hoping to bring back his old life] :
[praying] Clarence! Clarence! Help me, Clarence! Get me back! Get me back, I don't care what happens to me! Get me back to my wife and kids! Help me Clarence, please! Please! I wanna live again. I wanna live again. Please, God, let me live again.
[it begins to snow again] :
[shouts] Hey, George! George! You all right? Hey, what's the matter? :
Now get outta here, Bert, or I'll hit you again! Get outta here! :
What the sam hill you yellin' for, George? :
[suddenly stunned] :
George... Bert? Do you know me? :
Know you? Huh. You kiddin'? I've been looking all over town trying to find you. I saw your car plowed into that tree down there and I thought maybe you - hey, your mouth's bleeding. Are you sure you're all right? :
What the...
[licks the corner of his lip and checks his mouth with his hand] :
Ha, ha, ha, ha! My mouth's bleeding, Bert! My mouth's bleeding! Zuzu's petals... Zuzu... :
[checking his pocket] There they are! Bert, what do you know about that! Merry Christmas!
Why don't you kiss her instead of talking her to death? :
You want me to kiss her, huh? :
Ah, youth is wasted on the wrong people.
You call this a happy family? Why do we have to have all these kids?
What have you been doing lately, George? Playing the market with the company's money? :
No, of course not. :
Or is it a woman you're involved with? It's all over town that you've been giving money to Violet Bick. :
Not that it's any skin off my nose.
You sit around here and you spin your little webs and you think the whole world revolves around you and your money. Well, it doesn't, Mr. Potter. In the whole vast configuration of things, I'd say you were nothing but a scurvy little spider! And...
[turning to his aide] :
And that goes for you, too!
There is no George Bailey.
[George searches his pockets for identification, finds none] :
You have no papers, no cards, no driver's license, no 4F card, no insurance policy.
[George finally searches his watch pocket for the rose petals from Zuzu] :
They're not there either. :
Zuzu's petals... You've been given a great gift, George: A chance to see what the world would be like without you.
Bread... that this house may never know hunger.
[Mary hands a loaf of bread to Mrs. Martini] :
Salt... that life may always have flavor.
[Mary hands a box of salt to Mrs. Martini] :
And wine... that joy and prosperity may reign forever. Enter the Martini Castle.
[George hands Mr. Martini a bottle of wine]
[last lines] :
Look, Daddy. Teacher says, every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings. :
That's right, that's right. :
[Looks heavenward] Attaboy, Clarence.
Well, you look about the kind of angel I'd get. Sort of a fallen angel, aren't you? What happened to your wings? :
I haven't won my wings, yet. That's why I'm called an Angel Second Class. I have to earn them. And you'll help me will you? :
[sarcastic] Sure, sure. How? :
By letting me help you. :
I know one way you can help me. You don't happen to have 8,000 bucks on you? :
No, we don't use money in Heaven. :
Well, it comes in real handy down here, bud!
Isn't it wonderful? I'm going to jail!
[on Mary being caught naked in the bushes] This is a very interesting situation!
[running through Bedford Falls] Merry Christmas, movie house! Merry Christmas, Emporium! Merry Christmas, you wonderful old Building and Loan!
Clarence? :
Yes, George? :
Where's Mary? If this is all real and I was never born, what became of Mary? :
[hesitates] Well... I don't... I can't... :
[grabs Clarence by his collar] Look, I don't know how you know these things, but if you know where my wife is, you'll tell me. :
I... I'm not supposed to tell. :
Please, Clarence, where's my wife? Tell me where my wife is. :
You're not going to like it, George. :
Where is she? What happened to her? :
She became an old maid. She never married... :
[desperate] Where is she? WHERE IS SHE? :
She's... she's just about to close up the library!
[George throws Clarence to the ground and runs off] :
[more frustrated] Ohh... there must be some easier way for me to get my wings.
I know what I'm gonna do tomorrow, and the next day, and the next year, and the year after that.
I'm shakin' the dust of this crummy little town off my feet and I'm gonna see the world. Italy, Greece, the Parthenon, the Colosseum. Then, I'm comin' back here to go to college and see what they know. And then I'm gonna build things. I'm gonna build airfields, I'm gonna build skyscrapers a hundred stories high, I'm gonna build bridges a mile long...
Now, you listen to me! I don't want any plastics, and I don't want any ground floors, and I don't want to get married - ever - to anyone! You understand that? I want to do what I want to do. And you're... and you're...
[runs out of words, sees her crying] :
Oh, Mary, Mary... :
George... George... George... :
[kisses her intensely] Mary... Would you?... Would you?...
Now, will you do something for me? :
Will you try and get some sleep? :
I'm not sleepy. I want to look at my flower. :
I know-I know, but you just go to sleep, and then you can dream about it, and it'll be a whole garden. :
It will? :
I mean Pottersville. Don't you think I know where I live? What's the matter with you?
[He proceeds toward his house. George is completely bewildered] :
Oh, I don't know. Either I'm off my nut, or he is...
[to Clarence] :
... or you are! :
It isn't me!
Who is down there with you, Mary? :
It's George Bailey, mother. :
George Bailey? What does he want? :
I don't know!
[to George] :
What do you want? :
Me? Nothing! I just came in to get warm. :
[pause] He's making violent love to me, mother!
I wish I had a million dollars... Hot dog!
I'm Clarence Oddbody, AS2. :
Oddbody... Hey, what's an AS2? :
Angel, Second Class.
[the bridgekeeper, overhearing it, falls backwards in his chair completely spooked]
[gazing eyes with Mary] Well, well, well. :
Now, to get back to my story, see?
[in a trance, Mary hands Othello her drink, and George and Mary start dancing] :
Hey, this is MY dance! :
Oh, why don't you stop annoying people. :
Well, I'm sorr- Hey!
You look at me as if you didn't know me. :
Well, I don't. :
You pass me on the street almost every day. :
Me? Naw, that was a little girl named Mary Hatch, that wasn't you.
[the staff celebrates closing the building and loan company with only two dollars remaining, to stay in business] Get a tray for these two great big important simoleans here. :
We'll save 'em for seed. :
A toast! A toast! A toast to Mama Dollar and to Papa Dollar, and if you want to keep this old Building and Loan in business, you better have a family real quick. :
I wish they were rabbits.
[George is having his last meal at home before leaving on his cruise. His father is distraught over his leaving] Pop, I think you're a great guy. :
[thinking Annie is eavesdropping] Did you hear that, Annie? :
I heard it... 'bout time one of you lunkheads said it!
[embracing George] Remember the night we broke the windows in this old house? This is what I wished for. :
[softly] You're wonderful... wonderful.
Dear Father in heaven, I'm not a praying man, but if you're up there and you can hear me
[begins crying] :
show me the way... show me the way.
Merry Christmas, Mr. Potter! :
And Happy New Year to you, in jail! Why don't you go on home? They're waiting for you!
[speaking of Mary Hatch] Why, she lights up like a firefly whenever you are around. Besides, Sam Wainright is off in New York, and you're here in Bedford Falls... :
And all's fair in love and war, right? :
[fixing his collar] Well, I don't know about war...
Mary Hatch, why in the world did you ever marry a guy like me? :
To keep from being an old maid! :
You could have married Sam Wainright, or anybody else in town... :
I didn't want to marry anybody else in town. I want my baby to look like you. :
You didn't even have a honeymoon. I promised you...
Your what? :
My baby! :
[stuttering] Your, your, your, ba- Mary, you on the nest? :
George Baily Lassos Stork! :
[still stuttering] Lassos a stork?
[Mary nods] :
What're'ya... You mean you're... What is it, a boy or a girl? :
[nods enthusiasticly] Mmmm-hmmm!
Rochester? Why Rochester?
I know it's soon to talk about it. :
Oh, now Pop, I couldn't. I couldn't face being cooped up for the rest of my life in a shabby little office... Oh, I'm sorry Pop, I didn't mean that, but this business of nickels and dimes and spending all your life trying to figure out how to save three cents on a length of pipe... I'd go crazy. I want to do something big and something important. :
You know, George, I feel that in a small way we are doing something important. Satisfying a fundamental urge. It's deep in the race for a man to want his own roof and walls and fireplace, and we're helping him get those things in our shabby little office. :
I know, Dad. I wish I felt... But I've been hoarding pennies like a miser in order to... Most of my friends have already finished college. I just feel like if I don't get away, I'd bust. :
Yes... yes... You're right son. :
You see what I mean, don't you, Pop? :
This town is no place for any man unless he's willing to crawl to Potter. You've got talent, son. I've seen it. You get yourself an education. Then get out of here. :
Pop, you want a shock? I think you're a great guy.
[to Annie, listening through the door] :
Oh, did you hear that, Annie? :
I heard it. About time one of you lunkheads said it.
[trapped naked in a bush] Shame on you! I'll tell your mother! :
[thoughtfully] My mother's way up on the corner there. :
I'll call the police. :
They're way downtown. Anyway, they'd be on my side. :
Then I'll scream!
[to Mary] You look older without your clothes on.
Good afternoon, Mr. Bailey. :
Hello, Violet. Hey, you look good, that's some dress you got on there. :
This old thing? Why, I only wear it when I don't care how I look. :
How would you like to take... :
[to Bert] Want to come along, Bert? We'll show you the town. :
No, thanks... I think I'll go home and see what the wife's doing. :
Family man.
[on Mary being caught naked in the bushes after her robe slips off] This is a very interesting situation! :
Please give me my robe. :
A man doesn't get in a situation like this every day. :
I'd like to have my robe. :
Not in Bedford Falls anyway. :
[after the bushes' thorns starting hurting her] Ouch! Oh! :
Gezundheit. :
George Bailey! :
Inspires a little thought! :
Give me my robe. :
I've read about things like this. :
Shame on you! I'm going to tell your mother on you. :
Well, my mother is way up on the corner. :
I'll call the police! :
Well, they're all the way downtown. They'd be on my side. :
Then I'll scream! :
Maybe I can sell tickets.
[a car pulls up, and George is told that his father has suffered a stroke]
Well, just come back here, Mister. I'll give her a kiss that'll put hair back on your head!
[to a derelict Mr. Gower] Mr. Gower! This is George Bailey! Don't you know me? :
No... No... :
[to his bouncers] Throw 'em out, throw 'em out! :
Mr. Gower! Hey, what is...? Hey, Nick! Nick! Isn't that Mr. Gower, the druggist? :
You know, that's another reason for me not to like you. That rum-head spent twenty years in jail for poisoning a kid. If you know him, you must be a jailbird yourself.
[hearing Nick's cash register ding] Oh-oh. Somebody's just made it. :
Made what? :
Every time you hear a bell ring, it means that some angel's just got his wings.
[in the alternate 'Pottersville' universe, George knocks on the front door of his former house which is now a run-down boarding house. His terribly-aged, unhappy mother opens the door] :
[hostile tone] What? What! Who are you? Wadda want? :
Mother? I'm Ma Bailey! If you want a room... we're all full up. Get out of here! :
Mother, don't you remember me? I'm your son, George. :
George who? I've never had a son, named George! Get out of here before I call the police! :
No... please Ma... I mean, Mrs. Bailey. Can't you let me come inside? It's cold out here and it's Christmas Eve. I'm in trouble and I'm going through something awful now. Can't you let me in for just a few minutes, for a cup of coffee or tea? It's just until I get over it. :
Get over what? I don't let strangers into my house, not unless they're sent by someone I know. :
But I know everyone you know! Like... your brother-in-law, Uncle Billy. :
[supisious] You know him? :
Of course I do. :
When'd you see him last? :
Today, over at his house. :
That's a lie! Crazy Billy died four months ago in the state lunatic asylum where he'd been ever since he lost his business. And if you ask me, that's where you belong too!
[Ma Bailey slams the door in George's face as he looks on with shock]
[George walks up to Ernie, who is on the phone, with a newspaper] Hey, Ernie, look at that.
[Newspaper headline reads "PRESIDENT DECORATES HARRY BAILEY"] :
It's going to snow again.
[Ernie goes back to phone conversation]
I'm a rich tourist today. How about driving me home in style?
[Mr Potter] What's eatin' that old money-grubbin' buzzard anyway?
Of course it's just a hope, you wouldn't consider coming back to the Building & Loan would you? :
[notices Annie eavesdropping] :
Annie, why don't you draw up a chair and then you'll be more comfortable and then you can hear everything that's going on? :
I would if I thought I'd hear anything worth listening to.
How old are you anyway? :
18! Why it was only last year you were 17.
OK then, I'll throw a rock at the old Granville house. :
Oh no, don't. I love that old house. :
No, you see you make a wish and then try to break some glass and you've got to be a pretty good shot nowadays too. :
Oh no George don't. It's full of romance that old place. I'd like to live in it. :
In that place? :
I wouldn't live in it as a ghost.
[George hears a train whistle] There she blows. You know what the three most exciting sounds in the world are? :
Uh huh. B dinner... :
No no no no. Anchor chains, plane motors and train whistles.
Say, where's Mother? :
She's home cooking the fatted calf.
What's a pretty girl like you marrying this two-headed brother of mine?
[drunk] Where's my hat? Where's my hat?
[George takes it off Billy's head and hands it to him] :
Oh, oh thankyou, George. Which is mine? :
The middle one.
Looks like she
[Ruth Dakin] :
can keep Harry on his toes. :
Keep him out of Bedford Falls anyway.
I can see through you
[Ma Bailey] :
all the way to your back collar button.
You know what we're gonna do? We're gonna shoot the works. A whole week in New York. A whole week in Bermuda. The highest hotels. The oldest champagne. The richest caviar and the hottest music and the prettiest wife.
Look, we're still in business, we've got two bucks left!
Mrs Bailey is on the phone. :
I don't want Mrs Bailey I want my wife... Mrs Bailey? Oh, that's my wife.
[George on the phone to Mary] Come home... what home? 320 Sycamore. Whose home is that?
You're not talking to someone else? You know me, remember me, George Bailey? :
George Bailey. George Bailey, whose ship has just come in. Provided he has enough brains to climb aboard.
[to Potter] In the whole vast configuration of things I'd say you were nothing but a scurvy little spider.
[to Potter's bodyguard] :
And that goes for you too.
[to Potter's employees at the bank] :
And it goes for you too.
The Navy's gonna fly him
and Mother home tomorrow. :
In a plane?
We're all excited around here. My brother just got the Congressional Medal of Honour. The President just decorated him. :
Well, I guess they do for those things.
I trust you've had a good year? :
A good year? Well, between you and me Mr Carter we're broke. :
Very funny.
Did you put the envelope in your pocket? :
Maybe, maybe, maybe. :
Maybe, maybe! I don't want any maybe, look we've got to find that money.
Have a hectic day? :
Oh yeah, another big red-letter day for the Baileys!
Daddy, the Brown's next door have a new car. You should see it. :
Well, what's the matter with our car? Isn't it good enough for you? :
Yes, Daddy.
Excuse me, excuse me. :
Excuse you for what? :
Its this old house. I don't know why we all don't have pneumonia. Draughty old barn! Its like living in a refrigerator. Why can't we live somewhere else instead of this measly, crummy old town?
George, I am an old man and most people hate me. But I don't like them either, so that makes it all even. You know just as well as I do that I run practically everything in this town but the Bailey Building and Loan. You know, also, that for a number of years I've been trying to get control of it. Or kill it. But I haven't been able to do it. You have been stopping me. In fact, you have beaten me, George, and as anyone in this county can tell you, that takes some doing. Now take during the depression, for instance. You and I were the only ones that kept our heads. You saved the Building and Loan, I saved all the rest. :
Yes, well, most people say you stole all the rest. :
The envious ones say that, George. The suckers. Now, I have stated my side very frankly. Now let's look at your side. A young man, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, married, making, say, forty a week. :
Forty-five! :
Forty-five. Forty-five. Out of which, after supporting your mother and paying your bills, you're able to keep, say, ten, if you skimp. A child or two comes along and you won't even be able to save the ten. Now, if this young man of twenty-eight was a common, ordinary yokel, I'd say he was doing fine. But George Bailey is not a common, ordinary yokel. He is an intelligent, smart, ambitious, young man who hates his job, who hates the Building and Loan almost as much as I do. A young man who's been dying to get out on his own ever since he was born. A young man... the smartest one in the crowd, mind you... A young man who has to sit by and watch his friends go places because he's trapped. Yes, sir, trapped into frittering his life away, playing nursemaid to a lot of garlic eaters. Do I paint the correct picture or do I exaggerate?
[on the telephone] George, there is a rumor around town that you closed your doors. Is that true?
Oh, well, I'm very glad to hear that. George, are you all right? Do you need any police? :
Police? What for? :
Well, mobs get pretty ugly sometimes, you know. George, I'm going all out to help in this crisis. I've just guaranteed the bank sufficient funds to meet their needs. They'll close up for a week and then reopen. :
[to Uncle Billy] He just took over the bank. :
I may lose a fortune, but I'm willing to guarantee your people, too. Just tell them to bring their shares over here and I will pay fifty cents on the dollar. :
Aw, you never miss a trick, do you, Potter? Well, you're going to miss this one! :
If you close your doors before six p.m., you will never reopen!
Peter Bailey was not a businessman. That's what killed him. Oh, I don't mean any disrespect to him, God rest his soul. He was a man of high ideals. So called. But ideals without common sense can ruin this town. Now, you take this loan here to Ernie Bishop. You know, that fellow that sits around all day on his brains in his taxi, you know. I happen to know the bank turned down this loan, but he comes *here* and we're building him a house worth five thousand dollars. Why? :
Well, I handled that, Mr. Potter. You have all the papers there. His salary, insurance. I can personally vouch for his character. :
A friend of yours? :
Yes, sir. :
Uh-huh. You see, if you shoot pool with some employee here, you can come and borrow money. What does that get us? A discontented, lazy rabble instead of a thrifty working class. And all because a few starry-eyed dreamers like Peter Bailey stir them up and fill their heads with a lot of impossible ideas!
I'm in trouble, Mr. Potter. I need help. Through some sort of an accident, my company's short in their accounts. The bank examiner got there today. I've got to raise eight thousand dollars immediately. :
Oh, that's what the reporters wanted to talk to you about. :
The reporters? :
Yes. They called me up from your Building and Loan. Oh, there's a man over there from the D.A.'s office, too. He's looking for you. :
Please help me, Mr. Potter. Help me, won't you, please? Can't you see what it means to my family? I'll pay any sort of a bonus on the loan, any interest, if you still want the Building and Loan... :
George, could it possibly be there's a slight discrepancy in the books? :
No, sir, there's nothing wrong with the books. I've just misplaced eight thousand dollars. I can't find it anywhere. :
*You* misplaced eight thousand dollars? :
[Mr. Potter looks at his bodyguard] :
Have you notified the police? :
No, sir. I didn't want the publicity. Harry's homecoming tomorrow...
[Mr. Potter chuckles] :
They're going to believe that one. What've you been doing, George? Playing the market with the company's money? :
No sir. No sir, I haven't. :
Is it a woman, then? You know, it's all over town that you've been giving money to Violet Bick. :
Not that it makes any difference to me, but why did you come to me? Why don't you go to Sam Wainwright and ask him for the money? :
I can't get a hold of him. He's in Europe. :
Well, what about all your other friends? :
They don't have that kind of money, Mr. Potter. You know that. You're the only one in town that can help me.
[Potter chuckles] :
I've suddenly become quite important. What kind of security what I have, George? Have you gotten any stocks? Bonds? Real estate? Collateral of any kind? :
Well, I have some life insurance. A fifteen thousand dollar policy. :
Yes. How much is your equity in it? :
Five hundred dollars. :
Five hundred dollars? And you ask me to lend you eight thousand?
[George is whistling to himself] George! George! :
Yes sir. :
You're not paid to be a canary!
Have you put any real pressure on these people of yours to pay those mortgages? :
Times are bad, Mr. Potter. A lot of these people are out of work. :
Well, then, foreclose. :
I can't do that. These families have children. :
They're not my children. :
But they're somebody's children, Mr. Potter. :
Are you running a business or a charity ward? Not with my money! :
Mr. Potter, what makes you such a hard-skulled character? You have no family, no children. You can't begin to spend all the money you've got. :
Oh, I suppose I should give it to miserable failures like you and that idiot brother of yours to spend for me! :
He's not a failure! You can't say that about my father! :
George. George. Quiet, George. Run along. Run along. :
You're not! You're the biggest man in town!
[Pushes Mr. Potter] :
Bigger than him, bigger than everybody! :
Gives you an idea of the Baileys.
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