Mrs. Hatch: (calling from upstairs) Mary, who`s down there with you? Mary: It`s George Bailey, mother! Mrs. Hatch: Well, what does he want? Mary: I don`t know! (to George) Mary: What do you want? George Bailey: What do I want? Why, I`m just here to get warm, that`s all! Mary: (calling up) He`s making violent love to me, mother!
George Bailey: Mary Hatch, why in the world did you ever marry a guy like me? Mary: To keep from being an old maid! George Bailey: You could have married Sam Wainright, or anybody else in town... Mary: I didn`t want to marry anybody else in town. I want my baby to look like you. George Bailey: You didn`t even have a honeymoon. I promised you... (stops) George Bailey: Your what? Mary: My baby! George Bailey: (stuttering) Your, your, your, ba- Mary, you on the nest? Mary: George Baily Lassos Stork! George Bailey: (still stuttering) Lassos a stork? (Mary nods) George Bailey: What`re`ya... You mean you`re... What is it, a boy or a girl? Mary: (nods enthusiasticly) Mmmm-hmmm!
Ma Bailey: (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... George Bailey: And all`s fair in love and war, right? Ma Bailey: (fixing his collar) Well, I don`t know about war...
George Bailey: Merry Christmas, Mr Henry F. Potter! Mr. Potter: And Happy New Year, In Jail! They`re At Your House Right Now!
Man at Bar: Why do you drink so much? Please go home, Mr. Bailey. Mr. Welsh: (sitting right beside George) Bailey? Which Bailey? Giuseppe Martini: This is Mr. George Bailey. (Mr. Welsh angrily pulls George Bailey up to his face by the lapels with one hand and hits him in the face with a right hook, sending him to the floor) Mr. Welsh: Next time you talk to my wife like that, you`ll get worse! She cried for an hour! It`s not enough she teaches stupid children to read and write, you had to bawl her out!
George Bailey: Dear Father in heaven, I`m not a praying man, but if you`re up there and you can hear me (begins crying) George Bailey: show me the way... show me the way.
Mary: (embracing George) Remember the night we broke the windows in this old house? This is what I wished for. George Bailey: (softly) You`re wonderful... wonderful.
George Bailey: (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. George Bailey: (thinking Annie is eavesdropping) Did you hear that, Annie? Annie: I heard it... `bout time one of you lunkheads said it!
George Bailey: (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. Uncle Billy: We`ll save `em for seed. George Bailey: 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. Cousin Tilly: I wish they were rabbits.
Mickey: (Mickey walks up to a disheartened Freddie Othello, dumped by Mary Hatch) What`s the matter, Othello - jealous? Did you know there`s a swimming pool under this floor? And did you know that *button* behind you causes this floor to open up? And did you further know that George Bailey is dancing right over that crack? (Othello turns to Mickey) Mickey: I`ve got the key!
Mary: You look at me as if you didn`t know me. George Bailey: Well, I don`t. Mary: You pass me on the street almost every day. George Bailey: Me? Naw, that was a little girl named Mary Hatch, that wasn`t you.
George Bailey: (gazing eyes with Mary) Well, well, well. Freddie Othello: Now, to get back to my story, see? (in a trance, Mary hands Othello her drink, and George and Mary start dancing) Freddie Othello: Hey, this is MY dance! George Bailey: Oh, why don`t you stop annoying people. Freddie Othello: Well, I`m sorr- Hey!
Mary: I feel like a bootlegger`s wife!
Clarence: Clarence Oddbody, AS2. George Bailey: Oddbody... Hey, what`s an AS2? Clarence: Angel, Second Class.
George Bailey: I wish I had a million dollars... Hot dog!
Bert: Liver pills? We need posters of beautiful places, romantic places. Places George wants to go!
Ma Bailey: First Harry, now George. Annie, we`re just two old maids now. Annie: You speak for yourself, Miss B.
Mrs. Hatch: Who is down there with you, Mary? Mary: It`s George Bailey, mother. Mrs. Hatch: George Bailey? What does he want? Mary: I don`t know! (to George) Mary: What do you want? George Bailey: Me? Nothing! I just came in to get warm, is all. Mary: (pause) He`s making violent love to me, mother!
Little Mary: Is this the ear you can`t hear on? (whispering in his bad ear) Little Mary: George Bailey, I`ll love you `til the day I die.
George Bailey: Isn`t it wonderful? I`m going to jail!
George Bailey: Well, you look about the kind of angel I`d get. Sort of a fallen angel, aren`t you? What happened to your wings?
Little Violet: (commenting on George) I like him. Little Mary: You like every boy. Little Violet: What`s wrong with that?
Annie: I been savin` this money for a divorce, if ever I got a husband.
(first lines) Mr. Emil Gower: I owe everything to George Bailey. Help him, dear Father.
(last lines) Zuzu Bailey: Look, Daddy. Teacher says, every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings. George Bailey: That`s right, that`s right. Attaboy, Clarence.
Mary: Bread... that this house may never know hunger. (Mary hands a loaf of bread to Mrs. Martini) Mary: Salt... that life may always have flavor. (Mary hands a box of salt to Mrs. Martini) George Bailey: And wine... that joy and prosperity may reign forever. Enter the Martini Castle. (George hands Mr. Martini a bottle of wine)
Ernie Bishop: Just a minute! Quiet everybody! Quiet, quiet. Now get this, it`s from London. Ma Bailey: Oh! Ernie Bishop: (Reading the telegram in his hand) Mr. Gower cabled you need cash, stop. My office instructed to advance you up to twenty-five thousand dollars, stop. Hee Haw and Merry Christmas! Sam Wainwright.
Harry Bailey: A toast to my big brother George: The richest man in town.
Clarence: You see George, you`ve really had a wonderful life. Don`t you see what a mistake it would be to just throw it away?
Clarence: You`ve been given a great gift, George: A chance to see what the world would be like without you.
George Bailey: 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) George Bailey: And that goes for you, too!
Mr. Potter: Why, the whole town knows you`ve been giving money to Violet Bick.
George Bailey: You call this a happy family? Why do we have to have all these kids?
Man on Porch: Why don`t you kiss her instead of talking her to death? George Bailey: You want me to kiss her, huh? Man on Porch: Ah, youth is wasted on the wrong people.
George Bailey: I wanna live again!
(George returns to the bridge where his nightmare began, hoping to bring back his old life) George Bailey: (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) Bert: (shouts) Hey, George! George! You all right? Hey, what`s the matter? George Bailey: Now get outta here, Bert, or I`ll hit you again! Get outta here! Bert: What the sam hill you yellin` for, George? George Bailey: You... (suddenly stunned) George Bailey: George... Bert? Do you know me? Bert: 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? George Bailey: What the... (licks the corner of his lip and checks his mouth with his hand) George Bailey: Ha, ha, ha, ha! My mouth`s bleeding, Bert! My mouth`s bleeding! Zuzu`s petals... Zuzu... George Bailey: (checking his pocket) There they are! Bert, what do you know about that! Merry Christmas!
Clarence: Strange, isn`t it? Each man`s life touches so many other lives. When he isn`t around he leaves an awful hole, doesn`t he?
George Bailey: 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. Mary: I`ll take it. Then what? George Bailey: 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 has discovered his brother Harry`s tombstone) Clarence: (explaining) Your brother, Harry Bailey, broke through the ice and was drowned at the age of nine. George Bailey: 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. Clarence: Every man on that transport died! Harry wasn`t there to save them, because you weren`t there to save Harry.
George Bailey: Well, maybe I left the car up at Martini`s. Well, come on, Gabriel. Clarence: Clarence! George Bailey: Clarence. Clarence.
George Bailey: 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. Clarence: I can`t fly. I haven`t got my wings. George Bailey: You haven`t got your wings. Yeah, that`s right.
Nick: (slamming a bottle on the bar) That`s it. Out you two pixies go - through the door, or out the window.
Uncle Billy: After all, Potter, some people like George HAD to stay at home. Not every heel was in Germany and Japan.
Nick: 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?
Mr. Potter: (to George Bailey) Look at you. You used to be so c*cky. You were going to go out and conquer the world. You once called me "a warped, frustrated, old man!" What are you but a warped, frustrated young man? A miserable little clerk crawling in here on your hands and knees and begging for help. No securities, no stocks, no bonds. Nothin` but a miserable little $500 equity in a life insurance policy. (Potter chuckles) Mr. Potter: You`re worth more dead than alive!
Nick: (ringing the cash register repeatedly) Get me. I`m givin` out wings.
George Bailey: (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 us is going to jail - well, it`s not gonna be me.
George Bailey: 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 twenty-five years since he and 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 to school, 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 five thousand dollars? 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 he died a much richer man than you`ll ever be.