It's A Wonderful Life Script - Dialogue Transcript

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It's A Wonderful Life Script


 
                   
I owe everything to George Bailey... 
Help him, dear Father.

 
                   
Joseph, Jesus and Mary. 
Help my friend, Mr. Bailey.

 
                   
Help my son, George, tonight.

 
                   
He never thinks about himself, God, 
that's why he's in trouble.

 
                   
George is a good guy. 
Give him a break, God...

 
                   
I love him, dear Lord. 
Watch over him tonight...

 
                   
Please, God, 
something's the matter with Daddy...

 
                   
Please bring Daddy back.

  
                   
Hello, Joseph. 
Trouble?

  
                   
Looks like we'll have to 
send someone down.

  
                   
A lot of people asking for help 
for a man named  George Bailey.

  
                   
George Bailey. Yes. 
Tonight's his crucial night. You're right.

  
                   
We'll have to send someone down 
immediately. Whose turn is it?

  
                   
That's why I came to see you, sir.

  
                   
It's that clock-maker's turn again.

  
                   
Oh, Clarence. 
Hasn't got his wings yet, has he?

  
                   
We've passed him up right along.

  
                   
Because, you know, sir, he's got 
the I.Q. of a rabbit.

  
                   
Yes, but he's got the faith of a child. Simple.

  
                   
Joseph, send for Clarence.

  
                   
You sent for me, sir?

  
                   
Yes, Clarence. 
A man down on earth needs our help.

  
                   
Splendid! Is he sick?

  
                   
No. Worse. He's discouraged.

  
                   
At exactly ten forty-five P.M., earth-time,

  
                   
that man will be thinking seriously 
of throwing away God's greatest gift.

  
                   
Oh, dear, dear! His life! Then I have 
only an hour to dress.

  
                   
What are they wearing now?

  
                   
You will spend that hour getting 
acquainted with George Bailey.

  
                   
Sir...If I should accomplish this mission...
I mean, uh, might I perhaps win my wings?

  
                   
I've been waiting for over 
two hundred years now, sir...

  
                   
and people are beginniing to talk.

  
                   
What's that book you've got there?

  
                   
Oh, 'The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.'

  
                   
Clarence, you do a good job with 
George Bailey and you'll get your wings.

  
                   
Oh, thank you, sir. 
Thank you.

  
                   
Poor George. Sit down.

  
                   
Sit down?! What are we...

  
                   
If you're going to help a man, you want 
to know something about him, don't you?

  
                   
- Well, naturally, of course, I...
- Well, keep your eyes open.

  
                   
- See the town?
- Where? I...I don't see a thing.

  
                   
Oh, I forgot. You haven't got your wings yet.

  
                   
Now look, I'll help 
you out.

  
                   
Concentrate.

  
                   
Begin to see something?

  
                   
Why, yes! 
This is amazing!

  
                   
If you ever get your wings, 
you'll see all by yourself.

  
                   
Oh, wonderful!

  
                   
Yippee!

  
                   
Okay, boys, let's go.

  
                   
Hey, who's that?

  
                   
- That's your problem, George Bailey.
- A boy?!

  
                   
That's him when he was twelve. 
Back in nineteen nineteen.

  
                   
Something happens here 
you'll have to remember later on.

  
                   
Come on, Marty. 
Come on, Marty.

  
                   
- Hee-haw!
- Hee-haw!

  
                   
And here comes the scare-baby, 
my kid brother, Harry Bailey!

  
                   
I'm not scared!

  
                   
Go, Harry! C'mon, Harry! 
Attaboy, Harry! Come on, Harry!

  
                   
Help, George! 
Help! Help!

  
                   
...Harry, I'm coming!

  
                   
- Help!
- Hang on, Harry!

  
                   
I'm coming! 
Chain Gang!

  
                   
George saved his brother's life that day.

  
                   
But it caught him that cold 
which infected his left ear.

  
                   
Cost him his hearing in that ear.

  
                   
It was weeks before he was able to 
go back to his after-school job

  
                   
at old man Gower's Drugstore.

  
                   
Mr. Potter!

  
                   
Who's that? 
A king?

  
                   
That's Henry F. Potter.

  
                   
The richest and meanest man 
in the county.

  
                   
Hee-haw! Hee-haw! 
Go to work, slave...

  
                   
I wish I had a million dollars! 
Hot dog!

  
                   
It's me, Mr. Gower. 
George Bailey.

  
                   
- You're late
- Yes, sir.

  
                   
Hello, George. 
Hello, Mary.

  
                   
Hello, Violet.

  
                   
Two-cents' worth of shoelaces?

  
                   
She was here first.

  
                   
I'm still thinking.

  
                   
Shoelaces?

  
                   
Please, Georgie. 
I like him.

  
                   
You like every boy.

  
                   
What's wrong with that?

  
                   
Here you are.

  
                   
- Help me down.
- Help you down?!

  
                   
Made up your mind yet?

  
                   
I'll take chocolate.

  
                   
With coconuts?

  
                   
I don't like coconuts.

  
                   
You don't like coconuts?

  
                   
Say, brainless, don't you know 
where coconuts come from?

  
                   
Look it here...
from Tahiti, Fiji Islands, the Coral Sea!

  
                   
A new magazine! 
I never saw it before.

  
                   
Of course you never.

  
                   
Only us explorers can get it.

  
                   
I've been nominated for membership 
in the National Geographic Society.

   
                   
Is this the ear you can't hear on?

   
                   
George Bailey, 
I'll love you till the day I die.

   
                   
I'm going out exploring some day, 
you watch.

   
                   
And I'm gonna have a couple of harems, 
and maybe three or four wives.

   
                   
Wait and see.

   
                   
- George! George!
- Yes, sir.

   
                   
You're not paid to be a canary.

   
                   
No, sir...

   
                   
Mr. Gower, do you want something?

   
                   
- Anything?
- No.

   
                   
- Anything I can do back here?
- Nope.

   
                   
I'll get them, sir.

   
                   
...take those capsules 
over to Mrs. Blaine's.

   
                   
- She's waiting for them.
- Yes, sir...

   
                   
They have the diphtheria there, 
haven't they, sir?

   
                   
Ummm.

   
                   
Is it a charge, sir?

   
                   
Yes, charge.

   
                   
- Mr. Gower, I think...
- Aw, get going!

   
                   
Yes, sir.

   
                   
Fast there, Captain Cook! 
Where you headin'?

   
                   
Got to see Pop, Uncle Billy.

   
                   
- Some other time, George.
- It's important!

   
                   
There's a squall in there 
that's shapin' up into a storm.

   
                   
Uncle Billy, telephone.

   
                   
- Who is it?
- The Bank examiner.

   
                   
Bank examiner?

   
                   
Oh, I should have called him yesterday.

   
                   
Switch it inside.

   
                   
 

   
                   
I'm not crying, Mr. Potter.

   
                   
Well, you're begging 
and that's a whole lot worse.

   
                   
All I'm asking for 
is thirty days more.

   
                   
- Pop!
- Just a minute, son.

   
                   
Just thirty short days. I'll dig up 
that five thousand somehow.

   
                   
- Shove me up. Shove me up.
- Pop!

   
                   
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.

   
                   
- Then foreclose!
- I can't do that.

   
                   
- These families have children.
- Pop!

   
                   
They're not my children.

   
                   
But they're somebody's children, Mr. Potter.

   
                   
Are you running a business or a charity ward?

   
                   
- Well, all right...
- 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.

   
                   
So 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, George...

   
                   
You're not! 
You're the biggest man in town!

   
                   
- Run along.
- Bigger than him.

   
                   
- Run along!
- Bigger than everybody!

   
                   
Gives you an idea of the Baileys.

   
                   
Don't let him say things like that 
about you, Pop.

   
                   
All right, son. 
All right.

   
                   
Thanks. 
I'll talk to you tonight.

   
                   
What!

   
                   
Why, that medicine should have been 
there an hour ago.

   
                   
It'll be over in five minutes, Mrs. Blaine.

   
                   
Where's Mrs. Blaine's box of capsules?

   
                   
I feel...

   
                   
- Didn't you hear what I said?
- Yes, sir, I...

   
                   
What kind of tricks are you playing anyway?

   
                   
Why didn't you deliver them right away?

   
                   
Don't you know that boy's very sick?

   
                   
You're hurting my sore ear.

   
                   
You lazy loafer!

   
                   
Mr. Gower, you don't know what you're doing.

   
                   
You put something wrong in those capsules.

   
                   
I know you're unhappy.

   
                   
You got that telegram and you're upset.

   
                   
You put something bad in those capsules.

   
                   
It wasn't your fault, Mr. Gower.

   
                   
Just look and see what you did.

   
                   
Look at the bottle you took the powder from.

   
                   
It's poison! 
I tell you it's poison!

   
                   
I know you feel bad.

   
                   
I didn't know...

   
                   
- Oh...
- Don't hurt my sore ear again.

   
                   
- Don't hurt my sore ear again.
- Oh, no, no, no...

   
                   
Oh, George. George...

   
                   
Oh, Mr. Gower, I won't ever tell anyone.

   
                   
I know what you're feeling.

   
                   
I won't tell a soul.

   
                   
- Hope to die, I won't.
- Oh, George, George...

   
                   
An overnight bag, 
genuine English cowhide,

   
                   
combination lock, 
fitted up with brushes, combs...

   
                   
Nope! 
Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.

   
                   
Now look, Joe. 
Now look,

   
                   
I, I-I want a big one.

   
                   
What did you stop it for?

   
                   
I want you to take a good look at that face.

   
                   
- Who is it?
- George Bailey.

   
                   
Oh, you mean the kid that had his ears 
slapped back by the druggist?

   
                   
That's the kid.

   
                   
Uh-huh. It's a good face.

   
                   
I like it. 
I like George Bailey.

   
                   
Tell me, did he ever tell anyone 
about the pills?

   
                   
Not a soul.

   
                   
Did he ever marry the girl? 
Did he ever go exploring?

   
                   
Well, wait and see.

   
                   
Big...see...
I, I don't want one for one night.

   
                   
I want something for a thousand 
and one nights.

   
                   
With plenty of room here for labels 
from Italy and Baghdad, Samarkand...

   
                   
a great big one.

   
                   
- I see, a flying carpet, huh?
- Yeah.

   
                   
I don't suppose you'd like 
this old second-hand job, would you?

   
                   
Now you're talking.

   
                   
Gee whiz, I could use that 
as a raft in case the boat sunk.

   
                   
- How much does this cost?
- No charge.

   
                   
That's my trick ear, Joe. 
It sounded as if you said no charge.

   
                   
That's right.

   
                   
Well, what's my name doing on it here?

   
                   
A little present form old man Gower. 
Came down and picked it out himself.

   
                   
He did?!

   
                   
What do you know about that...
my old boss. Isn't that nice?

   
                   
What boat you sailing on?

   
                   
I'm working across on a cattle boat.

   
                   
- A cattle boat?
- Okay, I like cows.

   
                   
- Hello, Mr. Gower.
- George!

   
                   
How are you? 
Thanks ever so much for the baggage.

   
                   
- It's just exactly what I wanted.
- Aw, forget it.

   
                   
Oh, it's wonderful of you to think of it.

   
                   
- Hope you enjoy it.
- Oh, oh, oh, oh.

   
                   
I wish I had a million dollars. 
Hot dog!

   
                   
Avast there, Captain Cook! 
You got your sealegs yet?

   
                   
Parlez vous Francais, Mister?

   
                   
Hey, send us some of their picture 
postcards, will you, George?

   
                   
Hey, George, 
don't take any plugged nickels.

   
                   
Hey, George, your suitcase is leaking.

   
                   
Hey, Ernie! 
Hi, Ernie!

   
                   
- Hiya, George.
- Hi, Bert.

   
                   
- George...
- Hey, hey, I, I'm a rich tourist today.

   
                   
- How about driving me home in style?
- Great.

   
                   
Hop in Your Highness, hop in. 
And for the carriage trade.

   
                   
I put on my hat.

   
                   
- Good afternoon, Mr. Bailey.
- Hello, Violet.

   
                   
Hey, you look good. 
That's some dress you got on there.

   
                   
What! 
This old thing?

   
                   
Why, I only wear it when I don't care 
how I look.

   
                   
- How would you like...
- Yes.

   
                   
Want to come along, Bert? 
We'll show you the town.

   
                   
No, thanks. I, uh, I've gotta go home 
and see what the wife's doing.

   
                   
Family man.

   
                   
George! 
Harry!

   
                   
You're shaking the house down! 
Stop it!

   
                   
Oh, let them alone! 
I wish I was up there with them.

   
                   
But Harry'll tear his dinner suit! 
George!

   
                   
That's why all children should be girls.

   
                   
But if they were all girls, 
there wouldn't be any...

   
                   
Oh, never mind.

   
                   
George! Harry! 
Come down to dinner this minute.

   
                   
Everything's getting cold and you know, 
how long we've been waiting for you.

   
                   
Okay, Mom!

   
                   
- Here's a present for you, Pop.
- Oh, you two idiots!

   
                   
- George, sit down and have dinner.
- I've eaten.

   
                   
Well, aren't you going to finish dressing 
for your graduating party?

   
                   
- Look at you!
- I don't care.

   
                   
It's George's tux. Annie, my sweet, 
have you got those pies?

   
                   
If you lay a hand on me, 
I'll hit you with this broom.

   
                   
Annie, I'm in love with you, 
there's a moon out tonight.

   
                   
Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, my last meal 
in the old Bailey Boarding House.

   
                   
Oh, my lands, my blood pressure!

   
                   
Pop, can I have the car? 
I have to take over a lot of plates and things.

   
                   
- What plates?
- Oh, Mom,

   
                   
I'm Chairman of the Eats Committee 
and we only need a couple of dozen.

   
                   
Oh, no, you don't. 
Harry, now, not my best Haviland.

   
                   
Oh, let him have the plates, Mother.

   
                   
Hope you have a good trip, George. 
Uncle Billy and I are gonna miss you.

   
                   
I'll miss you too, Pop. 
What's the matter? You look tired.

   
                   
- Oh, I had another tussle with Potter today.
- Oh.

   
                   
I thought when we put him on the board 
of Directors, he'd ease up on us a little bit.

   
                   
Oh, what's eating that 
old money-grubbing buzzard anyway?

   
                   
Oh, he's a sick man. 
Frustrated and sick.

   
                   
And his mind's sick in his soul, 
if he has one.

   
                   
He hates everybody that has anything 
that he can't have.

   
                   
He hates us mostly, I guess.

   
                   
Gangway! Gangway! 
So long, Pop.

   
                   
So long!

   
                   
- Harry, you got a match?
- Very funny. Very funny.

   
                   
Put those things in the car and 
I'll get your tie and studs ready for you.

   
                   
- Now, hurry up, hurry up.
- Okay, Mom.

   
                   
- You coming later?
- Don't you drop one of those.

   
                   
- You coming later, George?
- What do you mean,

   
                   
- and be bored to death?
- Couldn't want a better death.

   
                   
Lots of pretty girls, and we're going to 
use that new floor tonight, too.

   
                   
- Oh, I hope it works.
- No gin tonight, son!

   
                   
- Aw, Pop, just a little.
- No, son. Not one drop.

   
                   
Oh!

   
                   
Boys and girls and music...
why do they need gin?

   
                   
Father, did I act like that when 
I graduated from high school?

   
                   
Pretty much.

   
                   
You know, George, I wish we could 
send Harry to college with you.

   
                   
Your mother and I talked it over 
half the night.

   
                   
Mmm, we have that all figured out.

   
                   
Harry'll take my job at the Building 
and Loan, and work there four years,

   
                   
then he'll go.

   
                   
- He's pretty young for that job.
- Well, no younger than I was.

   
                   
Maybe you were born older, George.

   
                   
How's that?

   
                   
I say, you were born older.

   
                   
I suppose you've decided what you 
want to do when you get out of college.

   
                   
Oh well, you know what I've always 
talked about...build things...

   
                   
design new buildings...
plan modern cities...

   
                   
- all that stuff, I was talking about.
- Still after that first million before you're thirty.

   
                   
No, I'll settle for half that in cash.

   
                   
'Course it's just a hope, but uh,

   
                   
you wouldn't consider coming back 
to the Building and Loan, would you?

   
                   
Well, I...I... Why, Annie, why, 
why don't you draw up a chair?

   
                   
Then you'd be more comfortable and 
you could hear everything that's going on.

   
                   
I would if I thought I'd hear anything 
worth listening to.

   
                   
You would, eh?

   
                   
- I know it's soon to talk about it.
- Oh, now, Pop. I, I,

   
                   
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 it that way,

   
                   
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...I wanna 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, Pop. I, uh, I, I know that I, I... 
I wish I felt...

   
                   
but I, I've been hoarding pennies like 
a miser here in order to...

   
                   
Most of my friends 
have already finished college.

   
                   
I, uh, I just feel like if I 
didn'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.

   
                   
And 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.

   
                   
Oh, did you hear that, Annie?

   
                   
I heard it. 
About time one of you lunkheads said it.

   
                   
I'm going to miss old Annie.

   
                   
Pop, I think I'll get dressed 
and go over to Harry's party.

   
                   
Have a good time, son.

   
                   
Here you are.

   
                   
George! 
Hello!

   
                   
You know my kid brother, George?
I'm going to put him through college.

   
                   
- Hello, George! 
- Hee-haw!

   
                   
Oh, oh, Sam Wainwright.

   
                   
How are you? 
When did you get here?

   
                   
Oh, this afternoon. 
I thought I'd give the kids a treat.

   
                   
Old college graduate now, huh?

   
                   
Yeah. Old Joe College Wainwright, 
they call me.

   
                   
Well, freshman, looks like 
you're going to make it after all.

   
                   
- Yep.
- Hey, hey!

   
                   
Harry! 
You're the guy I want to see.

   
                   
- The Coach has heard all about you.
- He has?

   
                   
Yeah. He's followed every game 
and his mouth's watering.

   
                   
He wants me to find out if you're 
going to come along with us.

   
                   
Well, I eh, 
I gotta make some dough first.

   
                   
Well, you'd better make it fast. 
We need great ends like you.

   
                   
not broken-down old guys 
like this one!

   
                   
- Hee-haw!
- Hee-haw!

   
                   
George! 
Welcome back!

   
                   
Hello, Mr. Partridge, 
how are you?

   
                   
Putting a pool under this floor 
was a great idea.

   
                   
Saved us another building.

   
                   
Now, Harry, Sam, have a lot of fun.

   
                   
There's lots of stuff here to eat and drink.

   
                   
- Lots of pretty girls around.
- Hey, George...

   
                   
- Hello, Violet. How are you...
- Hello. What am I bid?

   
                   
- George...
- Marty. Well, it's old home week.

   
                   
Marty! 
Glad to see you.

   
                   
- Do me a favor, will you, George?
- What's that?

   
                   
- Well, you remember my kid sister, Mary?
- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

   
                   
"Mamma wants you, Marty." 
"Mama wants you." Remember?

   
                   
Dance with her, will you?

   
                   
Oh, me? Oh, well, I feel funny enough 
already, with all these kids.

   
                   
Aw, come on. 
Be a sport.

   
                   
Just dance with her one time 
and you'll give her the thrill of her life.

   
                   
- Aw, go on.
- Hey, sis!

   
                   
And don't be long, Marty! 
I don't want to be a wet nurse for...

   
                   
And the next thing I knew, 
some guy came up and tripped me.

   
                   
That's the reason why I came in fourth.

   
                   
If it hadn't been for that, that race 
would have been a cinch.

   
                   
I tried to find out who it was later 
but I couldn't find out.

   
                   
Nobody'd ever tell you who...whoever, 
whoever it was because they'd be scared.

   
                   
- They know what kind of a guy I am...
- You remember George?

   
                   
- This is Mary. Well, I'll be seeing you.
- Well...well...well...

   
                   
Now, to get back to my story, see...

   
                   
Hey, this is my dance.

   
                   
Oh, why don't you stop annoying people?

   
                   
Well, I'm sorry. Hey!

   
                   
- Well, hello.
- Hello.

   
                   
- You look at me as if you didn't know me.
- Well, I don't.

   
                   
You've passed me on the street 
almost every day.

   
                   
Me?!
Uh-huh.Uh-uh.

   
                   
That was a little girl named Mary Hatch. 
That wasn't you.

   
                   
O-yes, o-yes, o-yes!

   
                   
The big Charleston contest!

   
                   
The prize? 
A genuine loving cup!

   
                   
Those not tapped by the judges 
will remain on the floor. Let's go!

   
                   
- I'm not very good at this.
- Neither am I.

   
                   
Okay. What can we lose?

   
                   
Hey, you're wonderful!

   
                   
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?

   
                   
And I've got the key?

   
                   
Stand back, everybody! 
Stand back!

   
                   
They're cheering us. 
We must be good.

   
                   
Get out! 
Oh, well...

   
                   
Buffalo Gals, 
can't you come out tonight?

   
                   
Can't you come out tonight?
Can't you come out tonight?

   
                   
Buffalo Gals, 
can't you come out tonight?

   
                   
And dance

   
                   
by the light of the moon.

   
                   
- Oh, Hot dog! Just like an organ.
- Beautiful.

   
                   
I told Harry I thought 
I'd be bored to death.

   
                   
You, you should have seen the 
commotion in that locker room.

   
                   
I, I had to knock off three people 
to get this stuff we're wearing here.

   
                   
Here, let me, let me 
hold that old wet dress of yours.

   
                   
Do I look as funny as you do?

   
                   
I guess I'm not quite the football type.

   
                   
I... You, you look wonderful!

   
                   
You know, if it wasn't me talking I'd say 
you were the prettiest girl in town.

   
                   
Well, why don't you say it?

   
                   
Well, I don't know. Maybe I will say it. 
How old are you anyway?

   
                   
- Eighteen.
- Eighteen?!

   
                   
Why, it was only last year 
you were seventeen.

   
                   
Too young or too old?

   
                   
Oh, no, no. Just right. 
Your age fits you.

   
                   
Yes, sir, you look a little older 
without your clothes on.

   
                   
I, I mean, without a dress. 
You look older.

   
                   
I, I mean, younger. You look...
y-y-you just look...

   
                   
- Oh, oh!
- Oh, oh!

   
                   
- Oh, no. I wanna...
- Sir, my train, please!

   
                   
A pox upon me for a clumsy lout.

   
                   
Your...your caboose, me lady.

   
                   
- You may kiss my hand.
- Ummm.

   
                   
Hey.

   
                   
Hey, Mary.

   
                   
As I was lumbering 
down the street,

   
                   
down the street, 
down the street...

   
                   
Okay then, I'll throw a rock 
at the old Granville house.

   
                   
Oh, no, don't! 
I-I love that old house.

   
                   
No. You see, you make a wish 
and then try and break some glass.

   
                   
And you 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?!
- Uh-huh.

   
                   
I wouldn't live in it as a ghost. 
Now watch.

   
                   
There's a window right on 
the second floor there, see?

   
                   
- What did you wish, George?
- Well, not just one wish. A whole hatful.

   
                   
Mary, I know what I'm gonna do tomorrow

   
                   
and the next day and the next year 
and the year after that.

   
                   
I'm shaking the dust of this crummy 
little town off my feet

   
                   
and I'm gonna see the world.

   
                   
Italy, Greece, the Parthenon...
the Colesseum.

   
                   
Then I'm coming back here and go to 
college and see what they know

   
                   
and then I'm going to build things.

   
                   
I'm gonna build air fields.

   
                   
I'm gonna build skyscrapers a 
hundred stories high.

   
                   
I'm gonna build 
bridges a mile long.

   
                   
Well, are you gonna throw a rock?

   
                   
Hey, that's pretty good.

   
                   
What'd you wish, Mary?

   
                   
Buffalo Gals, 
Can't you come out tonight?

   
                   
Can't you come out tonight?
Can't you come out tonight?

   
                   
Buffalo Gal, 
Can't you come out tonight?

   
                   
And dance by the light of the moon.

   
                   
What'd you wish 
when you threw that rock?

   
                   
- Oh, no.
- Come on, tell me.

   
                   
If I told you, 
it might not come true.

   
                   
What is it you want, Mary?

   
                   
What do you want?

   
                   
You, 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 could swallow it,

   
                   
and it'd all dissolve, see?

   
                   
And the moon beams'd shoot 
out of your fingers and your toes

   
                   
and the ends of your hair.

   
                   
Am I talking too much?

   
                   
Yes!

   
                   
Why don't you kiss her 
instead of talking her to death?

   
                   
How's that?

   
                   
Why don't you kiss her 
instead of talking her to death?

   
                   
Want me to kiss her, huh?

   
                   
Aw, youth is wasted 
on the wrong people!

   
                   
Hey, hey, hold on. 
Hey, mister, come on back out here.

   
                   
I'll show you some kissing 
that'll put hair back on your head.

   
                   
What are you...

   
                   
Mary?

   
                   
Okay, I give up. 
Where are you?

   
                   
Over here, in the hydrangea bushes.

   
                   
Here you are. Catch.

   
                   
Wait a minute. 
What am I doing?

   
                   
This is a very interesting situation!

   
                   
- Please give me my robe.
- Hmm.

   
                   
A man doesn't get in a situation 
like this every day.

   
                   
I'd like to have my robe.

   
                   
Not in Bedford Falls anyway.

   
                   
- Ooooouch! Oh!
- Gesundheit.

   
                   
- George Bailey!
- This requires a little thought here.

   
                   
Give me my robe!

   
                   
I've read about things like this, 
but I never...

   
                   
Shame on you! 
I'm going to tell your mother on you!

   
                   
Oh, my mother's way up on the corner over there.

   
                   
I'll call the police!

   
                   
They're way downtown. They'd be on my side, too.

   
                   
Then, then, then I'm going to scream!

   
                   
Maybe I could sell tickets.

   
                   
Let's see. 
No, no, the point is, in order to get this robe...

   
                   
I've got it. I'll make a deal with you, Mary.

   
                   
George! 
George!

   
                   
George! Come on home. 
Quick.

   
                   
You father's had a stroke!

   
                   
What?!

   
                   
Mary! Mary, I'm sorry. 
I've got to go.

   
                   
Come on, George. Let's hurry!

   
                   
- Did you get a doctor?
- Yes. Campbell's there now.

   
                   
I think that's all we'll need you for, George, 
I know you're anxious to make a train.

   
                   
I have a taxi waiting downstairs.

   
                   
I want the Board to know that George 
gave up his trip to Europe

   
                   
to help straighten 
things out here these past few months.

   
                   
Good luck to you at school, George.

   
                   
- Thanks.
- Good luck! So long!

   
                   
Now we come to the real purpose 
of this meeting...

   
                   
to appoint a successor 
to our dear friend, Peter Bailey.

   
                   
Mr. Chairman, 
I'd like to get to my real purpose.

   
                   
- Wait just a minute now.
- Wait for what?

   
                   
I claim this institution is not necessary 
to this town.

   
                   
Therefore, Mr. Chairman, 
I make a motion to dissolve this institution

   
                   
and turn its assets and liabilities over 
to the receiver.

   
                   
Potter, you dirty, contemptible...

   
                   
I'll wring his neck, so help me, 
George,

   
                   
- you hear what that buzzard...
- Mr. Chairman,

   
                   
it's too soon after Peter Bailey's death to talk 
about chloroforming the Building and Loan.

   
                   
Peter Bailey died three months ago.

   
                   
I second Mr. Potter's motion.

   
                   
Very well. In that case, I'll ask the 
two executive officers to withdraw.

   
                   
But before you go,

   
                   
I'm sure the whole Board wishes 
to express its deep sorrow

   
                   
- at the passing of Peter Bailey.
- Thank you very much.

   
                   
It was his faith and devotion that are 
responsible for this organization.

   
                   
I'll go further than that.

   
                   
I'll say that to the public, Peter 
Bailey was the Building and Loan.

   
                   
Oh, that's fine, Potter, coming from you,

   
                   
considering that you probably drove 
him to his grave.

   
                   
Peter Bailey was not a business man.

   
                   
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.

   
                   
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.

   
                   
- Now, I say...
- Just a minute. Just a...

   
                   
Just a minute. 
Now, hold on, Mr. Potter.

   
                   
You're right when you say my father 
was no business man. I know that.

   
                   
Why he ever started this cheap penny-ante 
Building and Loan, I'll never know.

   
                   
But neither you nor anybody 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 are all businessmen here.

   
                   
Doesn't it make them better citizens? 
Doesn't it make them better customers?

   
                   
You...you said that uh...
what'd you say just a minute ago...

   
                   
They, they had to wait and save their money 
before they even thought 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, it is 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.

   
                   
I'm not interested in your book. 
I'm talking about the Building and Loan.

   
                   
I know very well what you're talking about.

   
                   
You're talking about something you can't 
get your fingers on, and it's galling you.

   
                   
That's what you're talking about, I know.

   
                   
Well, I, I, I've said too much.

   
                   
I... You're, you're the Board here. 
You do what you want with this thing.

   
                   
There's j-just one thing more though.

   
                   
This town needs this measly 
one-horse institution

   
                   
if only to have some place where people 
can come without crawling to Potter.

   
                   
Come on, 
Uncle Billy.

   
                   
Sentimental hogwash. 
I want my motion.

   
                   
Oh boy, that was telling him, 
George, old boy.

   
                   
You shut his big mouth. 
You should have heard him.

   
                   
What happened? 
We heard a lot of yelling.

   
                   
Well, we're being voted out of business 
after twenty-five years.

   
                   
Easy come, easy go.

   
                   
Here it is. 
"Help wanted - Female."

   
                   
You still want me hang around, George?

   
                   
Yeah, I'll be right down.

   
                   
Hey, you'll miss your train.

   
                   
You're a week late for school already. 
Go on.

   
                   
- What's going on in there?
- Oh, never mind. Don't worry about that.

   
                   
They're putting us out of business. 
So what?

   
                   
I can get another job. 
I'm only fifty-five.

   
                   
- Fifty-six.
- Go on, go on.

   
                   
Hey, look, you gave up your boat trip, 
now you don't want to miss college, too, do you?

   
                   
George! 
George!

   
                   
They voted Potter down. 
They want to keep it going.

   
                   
- Whoopee!
- You did it, George, you did it.

   
                   
But they got one condition, 
only one condition.

   
                   
- What's that?
- That's the best part of it.

   
                   
They've appointed George here as 
Executive Secretary to take his father's place.

   
                   
Oh, no! 
But, Uncle Billy...

   
                   
You can keep him on. 
That's all right.

   
                   
As Secretary you can hire anyone you like.

   
                   
Dr. Campbell, now let's get this thing straight.

   
                   
I'm leaving. 
I'm leaving right now.

   
                   
I'm going to school. 
This is my last chance.

   
                   
Uncle Billy here, he's your man.

   
                   
But, George, they'll vote with Potter otherwise.

   
                   
I know, I know, he didn't go.

   
                   
That's right.

   
                   
Not only that, but he gave his school money 
to his brother, Harry, and sent him to college.

   
                   
Harry became a football star.

   
                   
Made second team All-American.

   
                   
Yeah, but what happened to George?

   
                   
George got four years older, 
waiting for Harry to come back

   
                   
and take over the Building and Loan.

   
                   
Oh, there are plenty of jobs around 
for somebody that likes to travel.

   
                   
Look at this. 
There...

   
                   
Venezuela oil fields - Wanted. 
Man with construction experience.

   
                   
Here's the Yukon, oh, right here - 
wanted - man with engineering experience.

   
                   
There she blows.

   
                   
You know what the three most exciting 
sounds in the world are?

   
                   
- Uh-huh. 
- Breakfast is served, lunch is served, dinner...

   
                   
No, no, no, no!

   
                   
- Anchor chains, plane motors, and train whistles.
- Peanut?

   
                   
There's the Professor now.

   
                   
- Old Professor Phil Beta Kappa Bailey! All-American.
- Well, if it isn't old George Geographic Explorer Bailey.

   
                   
What? No husky dogs? 
No sled?

   
                   
Uncle Billy, you haven't changed a bit.

   
                   
- Nobody ever changes here, you know that.
- Oh, am I glad to see you.

   
                   
- Say, where's mother?
- She's home, cooking the fatted calf.

   
                   
- Come on. Let's go.
- Oh, wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute.

   
                   
George, Uncle Billy, 
I want you to meet Ruth.

   
                   
- Hello.
- How do you do.

   
                   
- Ruth Dakin.
- Ruth Dakin Bailey, if you don't mind.

   
                   
Huh?

   
                   
Well, I wired you I had a surprise. 
Here she is. Meet the wife.

   
                   
Well, what do you know - wife.

   
                   
Well, how do you do. 
Congratulations.

   
                   
What am I doing? 
Congratulations!

   
                   
They're married...
why didn't you tell somebody?

   
                   
...Oh, I can't wait to see Tilly's face.

   
                   
- Did you really marry him?
- Why, yes...

   
                   
What's a pretty girl like you doing 
marrying this two-headed brother of mine?

   
                   
Well, I tell you. 
It's purely mercenary.

   
                   
My father offered him a job.

   
                   
Oh, he gets you and a job? 
Well, Harry's cup runneth over.

   
                   
Uh, George, about that job, 
Ruth spoke out of turn.

   
                   
I never said I'd take it.

   
                   
You've been holding the bag here 
for four years, and...

   
                   
well, I won't let you down, George.

   
                   
I would like to... Oh, wait a minute. 
I forgot the bags.

   
                   
I'll be right back.

   
                   
It was a surprise to me. 
This is the new Mrs. Bailey, my nephew's wife.

   
                   
Old, old friends of the family.

   
                   
- Oh, of course, I've heard him speak of you.
- And I want you to tell you,

   
                   
we're going to give the biggest party 
this town ever saw.

   
                   
Here, have some popcorn.

   
                   
George, George, George, 
that's all Harry ever talks about.

   
                   
Uh, uh, uh, Ruth, uh, this, 
uh, what about this job?

   
                   
Oh, well, my father owns 
a glass factory in Buffalo.

   
                   
He wants to get Harry started 
in the research business.

   
                   
- Well, is it a good job?
- Oh, yes, very.

   
                   
- Not much money, but, uh, good future, you know.
- I know.

   
                   
Harry's a genius at research.

   
                   
- My father just fell in love with him.
- And you did, too.

   
                   
Oh boy, oh boy, 
oh boy, oh boy.

   
                   
I feel so good. 
I could spit in Potter's eye.

   
                   
I think I will. 
I think I will.

   
                   
What did you say? 
Huhh?

   
                   
Oh, maybe I'd better go home.

   
                   
Where's my hat? 
Where's my...

   
                   
Oh! Oh, thank you, George, 
which is mine?

   
                   
- The middle one.
- Oh, thank you, George, old boy, old boy.

   
                   
Now, look, if you'll point me in the right 
direction...would you do that, George?

   
                   
- Right down here.
- Oh...Old Building and Loan pal, huh...

   
                   
Now you just turn this way and 
go right straight down there.

   
                   
That way, huh?

   
                   
My Wild Irish rose...

   
                   
I'm all right. 
I'm all right.+++++++++++++++++++++++

   
                   
La flor mas dulce que crece...

   
                   
Hola, Mami.

   
                   
No es nada.

   
                   
- ¿Que te parece ella?
- Oh, está bien.

   
                   
Parece  que puede mantener 
a Harry en línea recta.

   
                   
Lo mantendrá fuera de
 Bedford Falls de todos modos.

   
                   
¿Sabías que Mary Hatch 
regresó ya del Colegio?

   
                   
- Ah-hah.
- Regresó hace   días.

   
                   
Hmmm...

   
                   
- Linda chica, Mary.
- Hmmm.

   
                   
De la clase que te ayudará
a encontrar las respuestas, George.

   
                   
- Hmmm...
- Oh, deja de gruñir.

   
                   
Hmmm.

   
                   
¿Podrías darme una buena razon
 para no llamar a Mary?

   
                   
- Seguro, Sam Wainwright.
- ¿Hmmm?

   
                   
- Si, Sam está loco por Mary.
- Pero, ella no está loca por él.

   
                   
Bien, ¿como lo sabes?

   
                   
- Acaso, lo discutió contigo?
- No.

   
                   
- Bueno entonces, ¿como lo sabes?
- Bueno, tengo ojos, ¿no?

   
                   
Pues, ella titila como una luciérnaga 
en cuanto tú andas cerca.

   
                   
Oh...

   
                   
Y ademas, Sam Wainwright está lejos
en N.York y tú aquí en Bedford Falls.

   
                   
Y todo vale en la guerra 
y el amor.

   
                   
Bueno, no conozco de la guerra.

   
                   
Madre mía, puedo ver atravez tuyo
justo atras del botón del collar...

   
                   
- ¿tratando de librarte de mí, hah?
- Ah-hah.

   
                   
Bien, aquí está tu sombrero, 
que es tu prisa.

   
                   
Muy bien, Madre, 
Old Building y el conpinche Loan,

   
                   
creo que saldré y encontraré la chica 
y le daré un apasionado beso en el cuello.

   
                   
Oh, George...

   
                   
Ahora si me colocas en
la dirección correcta...

   
                   
¿esta dirección?

   
                   
Buenas noches, Mrs. Bailey.

   
                   
- Perdóname...
- Ahora, espera un minuto.

   
                   
Creo que tengo una cita.

   
                   
But uh, stick around, fellows, 
just in case, huh?

   
                   
We'll wait for you, baby.

   
                   
- Hello, George-Porgie!
- What?

   
                   
- Hey, uh...What gives?
- Nothing.

   
                   
- Where are you going?
- Oh, I'm...probably end up down at the library.

   
                   
Georgie, don't you ever get tired of 
just reading about things?

   
                   
- Yes. What are you doing tonight?
- Not a thing.

   
                   
Are you game, Violet? 
Let's make a night of it.

   
                   
Oh, I'd love it, Georgie. 
What'll we do?

   
                   
Let's go out in the fields and take off our shoes, 
and walk through the grass.

   
                   
Huh?

   
                   
Then we can to up to the falls. 
It's beautiful up there in the moonlight,

   
                   
and there's a green pool up there,

   
                   
and we can, uh, s-swim in it.

   
                   
Then we can climb Mt. Bedford,

   
                   
and smell the pines 
and watch the sunrise against the peaks,

   
                   
and we'll stay up there the whole night,

   
                   
and everybody'll be talking 
and there'll be a terrific scandal...

   
                   
Georgie, have you gone crazy?

   
                   
Walk in the grass in my bare feet?

   
                   
- Why, it's ten miles up to Mt. Bedford.
- Shhh...

   
                   
- You think just because you...
- O-O-Okay, just forget about the whole thing.

   
                   
What are you doing, picketing?

   
                   
Hello, Mary.

   
                   
I just happened to be passing by.

   
                   
Yes, so I noticed.

   
                   
- Have you made up your mind?
- How's that?

   
                   
Have you made up your mind?

   
                   
- About what?
- About coming in.

   
                   
Your mother just phoned and said 
you were on your way over to pay me a visit.

   
                   
My mother just called you? 
Well, how did she know?

   
                   
- Didn't you tell her?
- I didn't tell anybody.

   
                   
I just went for a walk and happened 
to be passing by, idiot.

   
                   
What do you... 
went for a walk. That's all.

   
                   
- I'll be downstairs, mother.
- All right, dear.

   
                   
Well, are you coming in 
or aren't you?

   
                   
Well, I'll come in for a minute. 
But I...

   
                   
I didn't tell anybody 
I was coming over here, you know.

   
                   
- When did you get back?
- Tuesday.

   
                   
Where'd you get that dress?

   
                   
- Do you like it?
- It's all right.

   
                   
I thought you'd go back to New York like 
Sam and Angie, and the rest of them.

   
                   
Oh, oh, I worked there a couple of vacations. 
But...

   
                   
I don't know... 
I-I guess I was homesick.

   
                   
Homesick? 
For Bedford Falls?

   
                   
Yes, and my family, and... 
Oh, everything.

   
                   
Would you like to sit down?

   
                   
All right, for a minute.

   
                   
I-I still can't understand it though. 
You know I didn't tell anybody I was coming here.

   
                   
Would you rather leave?

   
                   
No, I don't want to be rude.

   
                   
Well, then sit down.

   
                   
What's this?

   
                   
Some joke, huh?

   
                   
Well, I see it still smells like pine needles around here.

   
                   
Thank you.

   
                   
And dance by the...

   
                   
What's the matter?

   
                   
Oh, oh, yeah...yeah...

   
                   
Well, I...

   
                   
It was nice about your brother Harry, 
and Ruth, isn't it?

   
                   
Oh...yeah, yeah. That's all right.

   
                   
Don't you like her?

   
                   
Well, of course, I like her. She's a peach.

   
                   
Oh, it's just marriage in general 
you're not enthusiastic about, huh?

   
                   
No. Uh, marriage is all right 
for Harry and Marty and Sam and you.

   
                   
Mary! Mary!

   
                   
Who's down there with you?

   
                   
It's George Bailey, Mother.

   
                   
George Bailey?! 
What's he want?

   
                   
I don't know.

   
                   
What do you want?

   
                   
Me?

   
                   
Not a thing. 
I-I just came in to get warm.

   
                   
He's making violent love to me, Mother.

   
                   
You tell him to go right back home, 
and don't you leave the house, either.

   
                   
Sam Wainwright promised to call you 
from New York tonight.

   
                   
But your mother needn't...

   
                   
You know I - I didn't come here to...

   
                   
What did you come here for then?

   
                   
I don't know. 
You tell me.

   
                   
You're supposed to be the one 
that has all the answers.

   
                   
- You tell me.
- Why don't you go home?

   
                   
That's where I'm going. I don't know 
why I came here in the first place.

   
                   
- Good night.
- Good night!

   
                   
Mary! Mary!

   
                   
- The telephone. It's Sam!
- I'll get it.

   
                   
Whatever were you doing that you couldn't hear?

   
                   
Mary, he'swaiting!

   
                   
Hello.

   
                   
I forgot my hat.

   
                   
Hee-haw! Hello, Sam, how are you?

   
                   
Aw, I'm great. 
Gee, it's good to hear your voice again.

   
                   
Oh, well, that's awfully sweet of you, Sam.

   
                   
There's an old friend of yours here. 
George Bailey.

   
                   
You mean old moss-back George?

   
                   
Yes. Old moss-back George.

   
                   
Hee-haw! Put him on.

   
                   
W-Wait just a minute. 
I-I'll call him. George!

   
                   
He doesn't want to speak to George, 
you idiot!

   
                   
He does so. 
He asked for him.

   
                   
Geo-George! 
George, Sam wants to speak to you.

   
                   
- Hi, Sam.
- Well, George Bailoffski!

   
                   
Hey, a fine pal you are.

   
                   
What're you trying to do? 
Steal my girl?

   
                   
W-W-What do you mean? 
Nobody's trying to steal anybody's girl.

   
                   
H-Here...here's Mary.

   
                   
No, no, wait a minute. Wait a minute. 
I want to talk to both of you.

   
                   
- Here to you.
- Tell Mary to get on the extension.

   
                   
- You tell him.
- Mother's on the extension. We...

   
                   
I am not!

   
                   
We can both hear. 
Come here.

   
                   
We-We're listening, Sam.

   
                   
Well look, I have a big deal coming up 
that's going to make us all rich.

   
                   
George, you remember that night 
in Martini's Bar when, eh,

   
                   
you told me you read someplace 
about making plastics out of soybeans?

   
                   
Jelly beans?

   
                   
Shut up, will you?

   
                   
Do you remember out of jelly-
...out of soybeans?

   
                   
Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah...
soybeans. Yeah.

   
                   
Well, listen. 
Dad snapped up the idea.

   
                   
And he's going to build a factory 
outside of Rochester.

   
                   
How do you like that?

   
                   
Rochester? 
Well, why Rochester?

   
                   
Well, why not? 
Can you think of anything better?

   
                   
Oh, I don't know... 
It's just...

   
                   
Why not right here?

   
                   
Y-You remember that...
that old tool and machinery works?

   
                   
W-Well, you tell your father 
he can get that for a song.

   
                   
And all the labor he wants, too.

   
                   
Half the town was thrown out of work 
when they closed down.

   
                   
Is that so? Well, I'll tell him.

   
                   
Hey, that sounds great.

   
                   
Oh, baby, I knew you'd come through.

   
                   
Now here's the point,

   
                   
Mary...Mary, you're in on this, too. 
Now listen, have you got any money?

   
                   
- Money? Yeah...well, a little.
- Well now, listen.

   
                   
I want you to put every cent 
you've got into our stock, you hear?

   
                   
And George, I may have a job for you,

   
                   
that is, unless you're still married 
to that broken-down Building and Loan.

   
                   
Well, this is the biggest thing since radio. 
And I'm letting you in on the ground floor.

   
                   
Oh, Mary...
Mary...

   
                   
Well, I-I'm here.

   
                   
Uh, would you tell that guy 
I'm giving him the chance of a lifetime, you hear?

   
                   
The chance of a lifetime.

   
                   
H-He says it's the chance of a lifetime.

   
                   
Now you listen to me.

   
                   
I don't want any plastics. 
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...

   
                   
- Oh, Mary...Mary...
- George...George...George...

   
                   
Mary... Would you? 
Would you...

   
                   
Here they come! 
Here they come!

   
                   
Goodbye.

   
                   
First Harry. 
Now George.

   
                   
Annie, we're just two old maids now.

   
                   
You speak for yourself, Mrs. B.

   
                   
If either of you two see a stranger 
around here, it's me.

   
                   
Hey, look! 
There's somebody driving this cab.

   
                   
Bert the cop sent this over.

   
                   
He said to float away to Happy Land 
on the bubbles.

   
                   
- Oh, look at this. Old Bert. Champagne!
- Good old Bert.

   
                   
By the way, where are you two going 
on this here now honeymoon?

   
                   
Where are we going?

   
                   
Look at this. 
There's the kitty, Ernie.

   
                   
Here, come on, count it, Mary.

   
                   
I feel like a bootlegger's wife. 
Look!

   
                   
You know what we're going to do? 
We're going to shoot the works.

   
                   
A whole week in New York. 
A whole week in Bermuda.

   
                   
The highest hotels, the oldest champagne,

   
                   
the richest caviar, the hottest music, 
and the prettiest wife!

   
                   
Wow! 
That does it! Then what?

   
                   
- Then what, honey? 
- After that, who cares?

   
                   
That does it, 
come here, come here, come here!

   
                   
Don't look now, but there's something funny 
going on over there at the bank, George.

   
                   
I've never really seen one, but that's got 
all the earmarks of being a run.

   
                   
Hey, Ernie, if you got any money 
in the bank, you better hurry.

   
                   
- George, let's not stop. Let's go.
- Just a minute, dear.

   
                   
- Oh-oh...
- Please, let's not stop, George.

   
                   
I'll be back in a minute, Mary.

   
                   
Well, hello, everybody. 
Mrs. Thompson, how are you?

   
                   
Charlie? 
What's the matter here, can't you get in?

   
                   
What is this, Uncle Billy? 
A holiday?

   
                   
George...

   
                   
Come on in, everybody. 
That's right.

   
                   
Just come on in.

   
                   
Now look, 
why don't you all sit down?

   
                   
There are a lot of seats over there.

   
                   
Just make yourself at home.

   
                   
George, can I see you a minute?

   
                   
- Why didn't you call me?
- I just did, but they said you left.

   
                   
This is a pickle, George. 
This is a pickle.

   
                   
All right now, what happened? 
How did it start?

   
                   
Well, how does a thing like this ever start? 
All I know is the bank called our loan.

   
                   
- When?
- About an hour ago.

   
                   
- I had to hand over all our cash.
- All of it?

   
                   
Every cent of it 
and it still was less than we owe.

   
                   
Holy mackerel!

   
                   
And then I got scared, George, 
and closed the doors. I...I...I...

   
                   
The whole town's gone crazy.

   
                   
Yes, h-hello?

   
                   
George, it's Potter.

   
                   
- Hello?
- George,

   
                   
there is a rumor around town that you've 
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's 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.

   
                   
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 gonna miss this one.

   
                   
If you close your doors before six P.M., 
you will never reopen.

   
                   
George, was it a nice wedding? 
Gosh, I wanted to be there.

   
                   
Yeah...

   
                   
You can take this one off now.

   
                   
Now, just remember that this thing isn't 
as black as it appears.

   
                   
I have some news for you folks.

   
                   
I was just talking to old man Potter 
and he's guaranteed cash payments at the bank.

   
                   
The bank's going to reopen next week.

   
                   
But, George, I got my money here.

   
                   
Did he guarantee this place?

   
                   
Well, no, Charlie. 
I didn't even ask him.

   
                   
- We don't need Potter over here.
- I'll take mine now.

   
                   
No, but you...you...
you're thinking of this place all wrong.

   
                   
As if I had the money back in a safe.

   
                   
The, the money's not here.

   
                   
Well, your money's in Joe's house...
that's right next to yours.

   
                   
And in the Kennedy House, and Mrs. Macklin's 
house, and, and a hundred others.

   
                   
Why, you're lending them the money to build,

   
                   
and then, they're going to pay it 
back to you as best they can.

   
                   
Now what are you going to do? 
Foreclose on them?

   
                   
I got two hundred and forty-two dollars 
in here

   
                   
and two hundred and forty-two dollars 
isn't going to break anybody.

   
                   
Okay, Tom. All right. 
Here you are. You sign this.

   
                   
- You'll get your money in sixty days.
- Sixty days?

   
                   
Well, now that's what you agreed 
to when you bought you shares.

   
                   
- Tom...Tom... Did you get your money?
- No.

   
                   
Well, I did. Old man Potter'll pay fifty cents 
on the dollar for every share you got.

   
                   
- Fifty cents on the dollar!
- Yes, cash!

   
                   
- Well, what do you say?
- Now, Tom,

   
                   
you have to stick to your original agreement.

   
                   
- Now give us sixty days on this.
- Okay, Randall.

   
                   
- Are you going to go to Potter's?
- Better get half than nothing.

   
                   
Tom! 
Tom!

   
                   
Randall, now wait a minute, wait...

   
                   
now listen...now listen to me.

   
                   
I-I beg of you not to do this thing.

   
                   
If Potter gets ahold of this Building and Loan,

   
                   
there'll never be another decent 
house built in this town.

   
                   
He's already got charge of the bank. 
He's got the bus line.

   
                   
He's got the department stores. 
And now he's after us.

   
                   
Why? 
Well, it's very simple.

   
                   
Because we're cutting in on his business, 
that's why.

   
                   
And because he wants 
to keep you living in his slums

    
                   
and paying the kind of rent he decides.

    
                   
Joe, you had one of those Potter houses, 
didn't you? Well, have you forgotten?

    
                   
Have you forgotten what he charged 
for that broken-down shack?

    
                   
Here, Ed. You know, you remember last year 
when things weren't going so well,

    
                   
you couldn't make your payments.

    
                   
You didn't lose your house, did you? 
Do you think Potter would have let you keep it?

    
                   
Ca-Can't you understand 
what's happening here?

    
                   
Don't you see what's happening?

    
                   
Potter isn't selling. 
Potter's buying.

    
                   
And why? Because we're panicky and he's not. 
That's why.

    
                   
He's picking up some bargains.

    
                   
Now, We-We can get through this thing all right.

    
                   
We-We've got to stick together, though. 
We've got to have faith in each other.

    
                   
But my husband hasn't worked in 
over a year and I need money.

    
                   
- How am I going to live until the bank opens?
- I got doctor bills to pay.

    
                   
- I need cash.
- I can't feed my kids on faith.

    
                   
How much do you need?

    
                   
Hey! 
I got two thousand dollars.

    
                   
Here's two thousand dollars. 
This'll tide us over until the bank reopens.

    
                   
All right, 
Tom, how much do you need?

    
                   
Two hundred and forty-two dollars.

    
                   
Aw, Tom, just enough to tide you over 
till the bank reopens.

    
                   
I'll take 
two hundred and forty-two dollars.

    
                   
- There you are.
- That'll close my account.

    
                   
Your account's still here. 
That's a loan.

    
                   
Okay. All right, Ed?

    
                   
- I got three hundred dollars here, George.
- Alright, now, Ed...

    
                   
wh-wh-what'll it take till the bank opens? 
What do you need?

    
                   
- Well, I-I suppose twenty dollars.
- Twenty dollars. Now you're talking.

    
                   
Fine. 
Thanks, Ed.

    
                   
All right now, Mrs. Thompson, 
how much do you want?

    
                   
- But it's your own money, George.
- Never mind about that.

    
                   
- How much do you want?
- I can get along with twenty, all right.

    
                   
- Twenty dollars.
- And I'll sign a paper.

    
                   
You don't have to sign anything.

    
                   
I know you-you'll pay it when you can.

    
                   
That's okay. 
All right, Mrs. Davis?

    
                   
- Could I have seventeen-fifty?
- Seven...

    
                   
Bless your heart, of course you can have it. 
You got fifty cents?

    
                   
- Seven...
- We're going to make it, George.

    
                   
- They'll never close us up today!
- Six, five, four,

    
                   
three, two, one...

    
                   
Bingo!

    
                   
We made it. Close the door, Ernie. 
We made it. Look.

    
                   
Look, we're still in business. 
We're still got two bucks left.

    
                   
Well, look, let's have some of that. 
Let's celebrate, huh.

    
                   
G-Get some glasses, 
Tilly.

    
                   
Well, a couple of financial wizards.

    
                   
Those Rockefellers.

    
                   
Get a tray for these two great 
big important simoleans here.

    
                   
We'll save them 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.

    
                   
I wish they were, too.

    
                   
Okay, let's put them in safe 
and see what happens.

    
                   
- Folks, folks, wedding cigars!
- Oh-oh...wedding!

    
                   
Holy mackerel, I'm married! 
Where's Mary? Mary...

    
                   
Well, poor Mary.

    
                   
Look, I've got a train to catch. 
Well, the train's gone.

    
                   
I wonder if Ernie's still here with his taxicab?

    
                   
George, there's a call for you.

    
                   
Look, will you get my wife on the phone? 
She's probably over at her mother's.

    
                   
- Mrs. Bailey is on the phone.
- I don't want Mrs. Bailey.

    
                   
I want my wife. 
Mrs. Bailey! Mrs...oh, that's my wife.

    
                   
Here, I'll take it in here.

    
                   
Mary! Hello. Listen, dear. 
I'm sorry...

    
                   
What? Come home? 
What home?

    
                   
Three-twenty Sycamore? 
Well, what...

    
                   
whose home is that? 
The Waldorf Hotel, huh?

    
                   
Hey, this is the company's posters, 
and the company won't like this.

    
                   
How would you like to get a ticket next week?

    
                   
- Haven't you any romance in you?
- Sure I have, but I got rid of it.

    
                   
Liver pills!

    
                   
Who wants to see liver pills on their honeymoon?

    
                   
What we want is romantic places, 
beautiful places...places George wants to go.

    
                   
- Hey, Bert. Here he comes.
- Come on, we got to get this up. He's coming.

    
                   
- Who?
- The groom, idiot.

    
                   
This is their honeymoon. 
Come on. Get that ladder.

    
                   
What are they - ducks?

    
                   
- Get that ladder up here.
- All right, all right.

    
                   
- Hurry up. Hurry up. Hurry up.
- I'm hurrying.

    
                   
Hiya...Geo...uh...good evening, sir.

    
                   
Entree, Monsieur.

    
                   
- Entree.
- Islands of Hawaii,

    
                   
Where skies of blue are calling me.

    
                   
Where balmy air and golden moonlight

    
                   
caress The waving palms of Waikiki.

    
                   
Welcome home, Mr. Bailey.

    
                   
Well, I'll be...

    
                   
Mary, where did you...

    
                   
I Love You Truly,

    
                   
Truly, Dear.

    
                   
Life with Its Shadows,

    
                   
Oh, Mary...

    
                   
Life with Its Tears.

    
                   
Remember the night we broke 
the windows in this old house?

    
                   
Fade into Dreams,
- This is what I wished for.

    
                   
When I Feel You Are Near,

    
                   
- Darling, you're wonderful.
I Love You Truly,

    
                   +++++++++++
Truly, Dear.

    
                   
- Martini, you rented a new house?
- Rent?

    
                   
- You hear what he say, Mr. Bailey?
- What's that?

    
                   
I own the house.

    
                   
Me, Giuseppe Martini, I own my own house.

    
                   
No more we live like pigs in this Potter's Field.

    
                   
Hurry, Marie!

    
                   
Come on...
Bring the baby.

    
                   
This is like a dream!

    
                   
I'll take the kids in the car.

    
                   
Oh, thank you, Mr. Bailey.

    
                   
All right, kids. Here.

    
                   
Get in here.

    
                   
Now get right up on the seat there.

    
                   
Get the...get the dog!

    
                   
You've got a goat too!

    
                   
- All right. Goodbye.
- Goodbye, everybody!

    
                   
All in.

    
                   
Mr. and Mrs. Martini, welcome home.

    
                   
Good old George. 
He's always making a speech.

    
                   
Hee-haw!

    
                   
- Sam Wainwright!
- Oh, who cares!

    
                   
Bread! 
That this house may never know hunger.

    
                   
Salt! 
That life may always have flavor!

    
                   
And wine!! 
That joy and prosperity may reign forever.

    
                   
Enter the Martini castle!

    
                   
Look, Mr. Potter, it's no skin off my nose.

    
                   
I'm just your little rent collector.

    
                   
But you can't laugh off this Bailey Park 
anymore. Look at it.

    
                   
Congressman Black is here to see you.

    
                   
Oh, tell the congressman to wait.
Go on.

    
                   
Fifteen years ago, a half-dozen houses 
stuck here and there.

    
                   
There's the old cemetery, squirrels, 
buttercups, daisies.

    
                   
I used to hunt rabbits there myself.

    
                   
Look at it today.

    
                   
Dozens of the prettiest little homes you ever saw.

    
                   
Ninety per cent owned by suckers 
who used to pay rent to you!

    
                   
Your Potter's Field, my dear Mr. Employer, 
is becoming just that.

    
                   
And are the local yokels making with 
those David and Goliath wisecracks.

    
                   
Oh, they are, are they?

    
                   
Even though they know the Baileys 
never made a dime out of it.

    
                   
You know very well why,

    
                   
the Baileys were all chumps.

    
                   
Every one of these homes is worth twice 
what it cost the Building and Loan to build.

    
                   
- If I were you, Mr. Potter...
- Well, you are not me.

    
                   
As I say, it's no skin off my nose.

    
                   
But one of these days this bright young man 
is going to be asking George Bailey for a job.

    
                   
The Bailey family has been a boil 
on my neck long enough.

    
                   
- Yes, sir?
- Come in here.

    
                   
We just stopped in town to take a look 
at the new factory, and then

    
                   
- we're going to drive on down to Florida.
- Oh...

    
                   
- Why don't you have your friends join us?
- Why, sure.

    
                   
Hey, why don't you kids drive down 
with us, huh?

    
                   
Oh, I'm afraid I couldn't get away, Sam.

    
                   
Still got the nose to the old grindstone, eh?

    
                   
Jane, I offered to let George in on the ground 
floor in plastics and he turned me down cold.

    
                   
- Oh, now don't rub it in.
- I'm not rubbing it in.

    
                   
Well, I guess we better run along.

    
                   
Awfully glad to have met you, Mary.

    
                   
- Nice meeting you.
- Goodbye.

    
                   
- Goodbye, George.
- So long, George.

    
                   
- See you in the funny papers.
- Goodbye, Sam.

    
                   
- So long, Mary.
- So long, Sam. Have fun.

    
                   
Thanks for dropping around.

    
                   
Florida! 
Hee-haw!

    
                   
Hee-haw.    +++++++++++++++++++++++++

    
                   
Thank you, sir.

    
                   
Quite a cigar, Mr. Potter.

    
                   
You like it? 
I'll send you a box.

    
                   
Well, I, uh, I suppose 
I'll find out sooner or later,

    
                   
but just what exactly did you want 
to see me about?

    
                   
George, now that's just 
what I like so much about you.

    
                   
George, I'm an old man, 
and most people hate me.

    
                   
But I don't like them, either, 
so that 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.

    
                   
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.

    
                   
Yeah. 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.

    
                   
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's 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 
of 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 a correct picture, 
or do I exaggerate?

    
                   
Oh, what's your point, Mr. Potter?

    
                   
- My point? My point is, I want to hire you.
- Hire me?

    
                   
I want you to manage my affairs, 
run my properties.

    
                   
George, I'll start you out at 
twenty thousand dollars a year.

    
                   
 

    
                   
Twenty thous...
twenty thousand dollars a year?

    
                   
You wouldn't mind living 
in the nicest house in town,

    
                   
buying your wife a lot of fine clothes,

    
                   
a couple of business trips to New York 
a year, maybe once in a while Europe.

    
                   
You wouldn't mind that, 
would you, George?

    
                   
Would I?

    
                   
Y-You're not talking to somebody else 
around here, are you?

    
                   
you know, th-this is me, you remember me? 
George Bailey.

    
                   
Oh, yes, George Bailey. 
Whose ship has just come in,

    
                   
provided he has enough brains 
to climb aboard.

    
                   
Holy mackerel!

    
                   
Well, how about the Building and Loan?

    
                   
Oh, confound it, man! 
Are you afraid of success?

    
                   
I'm offering you a three-year contract at 
twenty thousand dollars a year, starting today.

    
                   
Is it a deal, or isn't it?

    
                   
Well, Mr. Potter, I...

    
                   
I...I know I ought to jump 
at the chance but I...I just, uh,

    
                   
I-I wonder if-if it would be possible for you 
to give me twenty-four hours to think it over?

    
                   
Sure, sure, sure.

    
                   
You go on home 
and talk about it to your wife.

    
                   
- I'd like to do that.
- Yeah.

    
                   
In the meantime, 
I'll draw up the papers.

    
                   
- All right, sir.
- Okay, George?

    
                   
Okay, Mr. Potter.

    
                   
 

    
                   
No, no, no, no. Wait a minute here. 
Wait a minute.

    
                   
I don't need twenty-four hours. 
I, I don't have to talk to anybody.

    
                   
I know right now, 
and the answer is no! No!

    
                   
Doggone it!

    
                   
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...in the whole 
vast configuration of things,

    
                   
I'd say you were nothing 
but a scurvy little spider.

    
                   
You...and that goes for you, too.

    
                   
And it goes for you, too.

    
                   
If you wouldn't mind living 
in the nicest house in town.

    
                   
Buying your wife a lot of fine clothes.

    
                   
Going to New York on a business trip 
a couple of times a year.

    
                   
Maybe to Europe once in a while.

    
                   
I know what I'm going to do tomorrow

    
                   
and the next day and next year 
and the hear after that.

    
                   
I'm shaking the dust of this crummy little town  
off my feet, and I'm going to see the world

    
                   
and then I'm going to build things. 
I'm going to build air fields.

    
                   
I'm going to build skyscrapers 
a hundred stories high.

    
                   
I'm going to build a bridge a mile long.

    
                   
What is it you want,

    
                   
Mary? What? Y-You want the moon?

    
                   
If you do, just say the word, 
I'll throw a lasso around it

    
                   
and pulls her down for you.

    
                   
Buffalo Gals, 
won't you come out tonight,

    
                   
Won't you come out tonight, 
Won't you come out tonight.

    
                   
Buffalo Gals, 
won't you come out tonight,

    
                   
And...

    
                   
- Hi.
- Hi.

    
                   
Mary Hatch!

    
                   
Wh-Why in the world did you 
ever marry a guy like me?

    
                   
To keep from being an old maid.

    
                   
You could have married Sam Wainwright 
and 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.

    
                   
You...You-You-You-You-You-You-You...
Mary, you're on the nest?

    
                   
George Bailey lassoes stork.

    
                   
Lassoes the stork!

    
                   
What do you...

    
                   
You mean...you-you-you...

    
                   
What-what-what is it, 
a boy or a girl?

    
                   
Uh-hm.

    
                   
Now, you've probably already guessed 
that George never leaves Bedford Falls.

    
                   
No!

    
                   
Mary had her baby, a boy.

    
                   
Then she had another one, a girl.

    
                   
Day after day she worked away remaking 
the old Granville house into a home.

    
                   
Night after night, 
George came back late from the office.

    
                   
Potter was bearing down hard.

    
                   
Then came a war.

    
                   
Ma Bailey and Mrs. Hatch joined 
the Red Cross and sewed.

    
                   
Mary had two more babies but still 
found time to run the U.S.O.

    
                   
Sam Wainwright made a fortune 
in plastic hoods for planes.

    
                   
Potter became head of the draft board.

    
                   
One-A...
one-A...one-A

    
                   
Gower and Uncle Billy sold war bonds.

    
                   
Bert the cop was wounded in 
North Africa, got the Silver Star.

    
                   
Ernie, the taxi-driver, 
parachuted into France.

    
                   
Marty helped capture the Remagen Bridge.

    
                   
Harry, Harry Bailey topped them all.

    
                   
A Navy flier, 
he shot down fifteen planes.

    
                   
Two of them as they were about to crash 
into a transport full of soldiers.

    
                   
- Yes, but George...
- George?

    
                   
Four-F on account of his ear, 
George fought the battle of Bedford Falls.

    
                   
Hold on, hold on, 
hold on now.

    
                   
Don't you know there's a war on?

    
                   
Air raid warden...

    
                   
paper drives...scrap drives...
rubber drives...

    
                   
Like everybody else, 
on V-E day he wept and prayed.

    
                   
On V-J day, 
he wept and prayed again.

    
                   
Joseph, now show him 
what happened today.

    
                   
Yes, sir.

    
                   
This morning, day before Christmas, 
about ten A.M., Bedford Falls Time.

    
                   
Hi, Ernie, 
look at that.

    
                   
Gonna snow again.

    
                   
What do you mean it's gonna snow? 
Look at the headlines.

    
                   
I know, I know, George. 
And it's marvelous.

    
                   
Commander Harry Bailey!

    
                   
Mr. Gower, look at this.

    
                   
The second page. 
Now look, this is for you.

    
                   
This is for you. 
That's for you.

    
                   
- Thanks.
- See you again.

    
                   
Be sure you spell the name right.

    
                   
Hello, Billy, how are you?

    
                   
Extra! 
Extra! Read all about it!

    
                   
George! George! It's Harry now 
on long distance from Washington.

    
                   
- Harry! What do you know about that!
- He reversed the charges. It's okay, isn't it?

    
                   
Reverse the charges...
of course it's for a hero.

    
                   
Harry...

    
                   
Oh, you old seven times of a son of a gun.

    
                   
Congratulations!

    
                   
How's mother standing it?

    
                   
She did?

    
                   
What do you know...

    
                   
Mother had lunch with the President's wife.

    
                   
Wait till Martha hears about this.

    
                   
- What did they have to eat?
- Wha-What did they have to eat?

    
                   
H-H-Harry, you should see what 
they're cooking up in the town for you.

    
                   
Oh, they are?

    
                   
The Navy's going to fly mother 
home this afternoon.

    
                   
In a plane?

    
                   
What? 
Uncle Billy?

    
                   
- Has Uncle Billy come in yet?
- No, he stopped at the bank first.

    
                   
No, he's not here right now, Harry. 
But look...

    
                   
- George...
- ...tell me about it.

    
                   
...George, tha-that man's here again.

    
                   
- What man?
- B-B-Bank...examiner.

    
                   
Oh, oh. 
Uh, uh,

    
                   
Harry, talk to Eustace for a minute, 
will you?

    
                   
I'll be right back. 
Well...

    
                   
- Harry...
- Good morning, sir.

    
                   
Carter, bank examiner.

    
                   
- Mr. Carter, Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

    
                   
We're all excited around here.

    
                   
My brother just got 
the Congressional Medal of Honor.

    
                   
The president just decorated him.

    
                   
Well, I guess they do those things.

    
                   
Well, I trust you had a good year.

    
                   
Good year?

    
                   
Uh, well, between you and me, 
Mr. Carter, we're broke.

    
                   
Yeah, very funny.

    
                   
Uh, w-well... 
Now, come right in here, Mr. Carter.

    
                   
Oh, I shouldn't wonder when you okay 
reverse charges on personal long distance calls.

    
                   
George, shall we hang up?

    
                   
No, no. He wants to talk to Uncle Billy. 
You just hold on.

    
                   
Now, if you'll cooperate, 
I'd like to finish with you by tonight.

    
                   
I want to spend Christmas 
in Elmira with my family.

    
                   
I don't blame you at all, Mr. Carter.

    
                   
Just step right in here. 
We'll fix you up.

    
                   
December twenty-fourth...

    
                   
Eight thousand.

    
                   
Merry Christmas, Mr. Potter...

    
                   
Well, good morning, Mr. Potter?

    
                   
What's the news?

    
                   
Oh, well, well, well. 
Harry Bailey wins Congressional Medal.

    
                   
That couldn't be one of the Bailey boys?

    
                   
You just can't keep those Baileys down, 
now can you, Mr. Potter.

    
                   
How does slacker George feel about that?

    
                   
Very jealous. 
Very jealous.

    
                   
He only lost three buttons off his vest.

    
                   
Of course, slacker George would have gotten 
two of these medals if he had gone.

    
                   
Bad ear.

    
                   
Yes. After all, Potter, some people 
like George had to stay at home.

    
                   
Not every heel was in Germany and Japan.

    
                   
- Oh, good morning, Mr. Bailey.
- Good morning, Horace.

    
                   
- I guess you forgot something.
- Huh?

    
                   
- You forgot something.
- What?

    
                   
- Well, aren't you going to make a deposit?
- Oh, sure, sure I am.

    
                   
Well, then it's usually customary 
to bring the money with you.

    
                   
Huh? Oh, shucks...

    
                   
Well, I knew I had...

    
                   
- How about that finger there?
- Hmm? Well, I...

    
                   
Bailey...

    
                   
Take me back there. 
Hurry up.

    
                   
Come on, look sharp.

    
                   
Take me back.

    
                   
Just make yourself at home, Mr. Carter. 
I'll get those books for you.

    
                   
Oh, hello, Vi.

    
                   
George, can I see you for a second?

    
                   
Why, of course you can. 
Come on in the office here.

    
                   
Uncle Billy, talk to Harry. 
He's on the telephone.

    
                   
Hurry, Uncle Billy, hurry. 
Long distance, Washington.

    
                   
Hey, here's Harry on the phone.

    
                   
Harry, your nephew, remember?

    
                   
Here he is. 
Hurry up.

    
                   
Hello...hello. Y-Y-Yes, Harry.

    
                   
Yes...everything...
everything's fine.

    
                   
I should have my head examined. 
Eight thousand dollars.

    
                   
It's got to be somewhere.

    
                   
Here you are.

    
                   
Character?

    
                   
If I had any character, I'd...

    
                   
It takes a lot of character to leave your 
home town and start all over again.

    
                   
No, George, don't...

    
                   
- Now here, now you're broke, aren't you?
- I know, but...

    
                   
What do you want to do, 
hock your furs and that hat?

    
                   
Want to walk to New York?

    
                   
You know, they charge for meals 
and rent up there

    
                   
just the same as 
they do in Bedford Falls.

    
                   
- Yeah, sure.
- It's a loan.

    
                   
That's my business. 
Building and Loan.

    
                   
Besides, you'll get a job.

    
                   
Good luck to you.

    
                   
I'm glad I know you, George Bailey.

    
                   
Say hello to New York for me.

    
                   
Yeah, yeah...sure, I will.

    
                   
Now let's hear from you once in a while.

    
                   
Hmm.

    
                   
- Merry Christmas, Violet.
- Merry Christmas, George.

    
                   
- Mr. Bailey.
- Oh, Mr. Carter,

    
                   
I'm sorry. 
I'll be right with you.

    
                   
- Uncle Billy in?
- Yeah, he's in his office.

    
                   
Unc... 
What's going on?

    
                   
The bank examiner's here, and I...

    
                   
- He's here?
- Yeah, yeah.

    
                   
He wants the accounts payable...

    
                   
- What's the matter with you?
- Come here.

    
                   
- Eustace.
- Yeah?

    
                   
Come here a minute.

    
                   
Did you see Uncle Billy with 
any cash last night?

    
                   
He had it on his desk counting it 
before he closed up.

    
                   
Now look, did you buy anything?

    
                   
- Nothing. Not even a stick of gum.
- All right, all right.

    
                   
Now, we'll go over every step you took 
since you left the house.

    
                   
All right. This way.

    
                   
And did you put the envelope 
in your pocket?

    
                   
Yeah...maybe, maybe, maybe...

    
                   
Maybe-Maybe! 
I don't want any maybe.

    
                   
We've got to find that money!

    
                   
- I'm no good to you, George. I...
- Uncle Billy, do you...

    
                   
Listen to me.
Do you have any secret place hiding place?

    
                   
Listen to me, listen to me! 
Think! Think!

    
                   
I can't think anymore, George. 
I can't think anymore. It hurts...

    
                   
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.

    
                   
Hello, darling.

    
                   
Hello daddy, hello daddy.

    
                   
How do you like it? 
We're going to put...

    
                   
Bless you!

    
                   
Did you bring the wreath?

    
                   
- Yes, Daddy, did you bring the Christmas wreath?
- What wreath?

    
                   
Oh, that's the Merry Christmas Wreath 
for the window.

    
                   
No. I left it at the office.

    
                   
- Is it snowing?
- Yeah, just started.

    
                   
- Where's your coat and hat?
- Left them at the office.

    
                   
- What's the matter?
- Nothing's the matter. Everything's all right.

    
                   
Go on, Pete, you're a big boy.

    
                   
You can put the star up.

    
                   
Way up at the top.

    
                   
That's it.

    
                   
All right.

    
                   
Fill in that little bare 
spot right there.

    
                   
That's it.

    
                   
Isn't it wonderful about Harry?

    
                   
We're famous, George.

    
                   
I'll bet I had fifty calls today 
about the parade, the banquet.

    
                   
Your mother's so excited, she...

    
                   
Must she keep playing that?

    
                   
I have to practice it 
for the party tonight, Daddy.

    
                   
Mommy says we can stay up till midnight 
and sing Christmas carols.

    
                   
Can you sing, Daddy?

    
                   
Better hurry and shave.

    
                   
The families will be here soon.

    
                   
Families! I...I don't want 
the families over here.

    
                   
Come on out in the kitchen with me 
while I finish dinner.

    
                   
Excuse me. 
Excuse me.

    
                   
Have a hectic day?

    
                   
Oh, yeah. Another big red-letter day 
for the Bailey's.

    
                   
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?

    
                   
I burped!

    
                   
All right, darling, you're excused.

    
                   
Now go upstairs and see 
what little Zuzu wants.

    
                   
Zuzu. 
W-What's the matter with Zuzu?

    
                   
Oh, she's got a cold. 
She's in bed.

    
                   
Caught it coming home from school.

    
                   
They gave her a flower for a prize

    
                   
and she didn't want to crush it 
so she didn't button up her coat.

    
                   
- What is it, a sore throat or what?
- Just a cold.

    
                   
- The doctor says it's nothing serious.
- The doctor?

    
                   
- Was the doctor here?
- Yes, I called him right away.

    
                   
- He says it's nothing to worry about.
- Is she running a temperature?

    
                   
- What is it?
- Just a teensy one, ninety-nine, six.

    
                   
- She'll be all right.
- Gosh, it's this old house.

    
                   
I don't...I don't know 
why we don't all have pneumonia.

    
                   
This drafty old barn! 
Might as well be living in a refrigerator.

    
                   
Why did we have to live here in the first place 
and stay around this measly, crummy old town?

    
                   
George, what's wrong?

    
                   
Wrong? 
Everything's wrong.

    
                   
You call this a happy family?

    
                   
Why did we have to have all these kids?

    
                   
Dad, how do you spell 'frankincense'?

    
                   
I don't know. 
Why, ask your mother.

    
                   
- Where're you going?
- Going up to see Zuzu.

    
                   
He told me to write a play for tomorrow.

    
                   
F-R-A-N-K-I-N...

    
                   
Hi, Daddy.

    
                   
- Well, what happened to you?
- I won a flower.

    
                   
Wait now. 
W-Where do you think you're going?

    
                   
Want to give my flower a drink.

    
                   
All right, all right, here, 
give Daddy the flower.

    
                   
I'll give it a drink. 
All right, here.

    
                   
- Look, Daddy...paste it.
- Yeah, all right...

    
                   
Now, I'll paste this together.

    
                   
Now, there it is, good as new. 
All right, give the flower a drink.

    
                   
- Now, will you do something for me?
- What?

    
                   
Will you try to 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?
- Uh-huh.

    
                   
- Telephone!
- I'll get it.

    
                   
Hello.

    
                   
Yes, this is Mrs. Bailey.

    
                   
Oh, thank you, Mrs. Welch. 
I'm sure she'll be all right.

    
                   
The doctor says that she ought to be out 
of bed in time to have her Christmas dinner.

    
                   
- Is that Zuzu's teacher?
- Yes.

    
                   
Let me speak to her.

    
                   
Hello. Hello, Mrs. Welch?

    
                   
This is George Bailey. 
I'm Zuzu's father.

    
                   
Say, what kind of a teacher are you anyway?

    
                   
What do you mean sending her home 
like that, half naked?

    
                   
Do you realize she'll probably end up 
with pneumonia on account of you?

    
                   
- George!
- Is this the sort of thing

    
                   
we pay taxes for - to have teachers...
to have teachers like you?

    
                   
Stupid, silly, careless people who send 
our kids home without any clothes on?

    
                   
You know, maybe my kids aren't 
the best-dressed kids,

    
                   
and maybe they don't have 
any decent clothes...

    
                   
Aw, that stupid...

    
                   
He-Hello, Mrs. Welch. 
I-I-I want to apologize.

    
                   
Hel-lo...hello...

    
                   
- She's hung up.
- I-I-I'll hang her up.

    
                   
Now, who do you think you are?

    
                   
What is that?

    
                   
Hello? 
Who is this?

    
                   
Oh, Mr. Welch?

    
                   
Okay, that's fine, Mr. Welch.

    
                   
Gives me a chance to tell you 
what I really think of your wife.

    
                   
- George...
- Will you get out and let me handle this?

    
                   
Hello?

    
                   
Hello? What? 
Oh, you will, huh?

    
                   
Okay, Mr. Welch. 
Any time you think you're man enough.

    
                   
Hello...any...

    
                   
Oh...

    
                   
Daddy, how do you spell 
"Hallelujah?"

    
                   
How should I know? 
What do you think I am, a dictionary?

    
                   
Tommy, stop that! 
Stop it!

    
                   
Janie, haven't you leaned that silly tune yet? 
You've played it over and over again.

    
                   
Now stop it! Stop it!

    
                   
I'm sorry, Mary.

    
                   
Janie, I'm sorry.

    
                   
I didn't mean...

    
                   
You go on and practice.

    
                   
Pete, I owe you an apology, too.

    
                   
I'm sorry.

    
                   
What do you want to know?

    
                   
Nothing, Daddy.

    
                   
What's the matter with everybody?

    
                   
Janie, go on. 
I told you to practice.

    
                   
- Now, go on, play.
- Oh, Daddy...

    
                   
George, why must you torture the children?

    
                   
Why don't you...

    
                   
Mary...

    
                   
Bedford two-four-seven, please.

    
                   
- Is Daddy in trouble?
- Yes, Pete.

    
                   
- Shall I pray for him?
- Yes, Janie, pray very hard.

    
                   
- Me, too?
- You, too, Tommy.

    
                   
Hello, Uncle Billy?

    
                   
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's got there today.

    
                   
I've got to raise eight thousand dollars 
immediately.

    
                   
Oh, so 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. 
I'm...

    
                   
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?

    
                   
Yes, sir.

    
                   
Have you notified the police?

    
                   
No, sir. 
I-I didn't want the publicity.

    
                   
Harry's homecoming tomorrow...

    
                   
They're gonna believe that one.

    
                   
What've you been doing, George?

    
                   
Playing the market with the company's money?

    
                   
No, sir, no, sir. I haven't.

    
                   
What is it, a woman then?

    
                   
You know, it's all over town that 
you've been giving money to Violet Bick.

    
                   
- What!
- 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 ahold 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.

    
                   
I see.

    
                   
I've suddenly become quite important.

    
                   
Wha-What kind of security would I have, 
George?

    
                   
- Have you got any stocks?
- No, sir.

    
                   
Bonds? Real estate? 
Collateral of any kind?

    
                   
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.

    
                   
Look at you.

    
                   
You used to be so cocky!

    
                   
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,

    
                   
nothing but a miserable little five hundred 
dollar equity in a life insurance policy.

    
                   
You're worth more dead than alive.

    
                   
Why don't you go to the riff-raff 
you love so much

    
                   
ask them to let you have eight thousand?

    
                   
You know why?

    
                   
Because they'd run you out of town 
on a rail.

    
                   
But I tell you what I'm going to do 
for you, George.

    
                   
Since the state examiner is still here,

    
                   
as a stock holder of the Building and Loan,

    
                   
I'm going to swear out a warrant 
for your arrest.

    
                   
Misappropriation of funds, 
manipulation, malfeasance...

    
                   
All right, George, 
go ahead, George.

    
                   
You can't hide in a little town like this.

    
                   
Bill? 
This is Potter.

    
                   
Joe! 
Merry Christmas!

    
                   
- Glad you come.
- Thank you.

    
                   
- How about some of that good spaghetti?
- We got everything.

    
                   
God...

    
                   
Oh, God...

    
                   
Dear Father in Heaven,

    
                   
I'm not a praying man, but 
if you're up there,

    
                   
and you can hear me, 
show me the way.

    
                   
I'm at the end of my rope. 
I...

    
                   
Show me the way, God.

    
                   
Are you all right, George?

    
                   
Want someone to take you home?

    
                   
Why you drink so much, my friend?

    
                   
Please go home, Mr. Bailey. 
This is Christmas Eve.

    
                   
Bailey? 
Which Bailey?

    
                   
This is Mr. George Bailey.

    
                   
And the next time you talk to my wife 
like that, you'll get worse.

    
                   
She cried for an hour.

    
                   
It isn't enough she slaves 
teaching your stupid kids

    
                   
how to read and write, and you 
have to bawl her out,eh.

    
                   
You get out of here, Mr. Welch!

    
                   
Now wait. 
I want to pay for my drink.

    
                   
Never mind the money. 
You get out of here quick.

    
                   
- All right.
- You hit my best friend. Get out!

    
                   
You all right, George?

    
                   
Who was that?

    
                   
He gone. 
No worry.

    
                   
His name is Welch. 
He no come in to my place no more.

    
                   
Oh, Welch. 
That's what I get for praying.

    
                   
The last time he come in here. 
You hear that, Nick?

    
                   
Yes, you bet.

    
                   
Where's my insurance policy? 
Oh, here.

    
                   
- Oh, no, please, no go out this way, Mr. Bailey.
- I'm all right.

    
                   
No, no, you no feel so good. 
Sit down and rest.

    
                   
- I'm all right.
- Please no go away. Please!

    
                   
What do you think you're doing?

    
                   
Now look what you did.

    
                   
My great-grandfather planted this tree.

    
                   
Hey, you! Hey, you!

    
                   
Come back here, you drunken fool!

    
                   
Get this car out of here!

    
                   
Hey, what's the matter with you? 
Look where you're going!

    
                   
Help!

    
                   
Help! Help! Help!

    
                   
Help! Help!

    
                   
Help!

    
                   
Help! Help! Help! Help!

    
                   
Help!

    
                   
Help! Help! Help!

    
                   
I didn't have time to get 
some stylish underwear.

    
                   
My wife gave me this on my last birthday.

    
                   
I passed away in it.

    
                   
Oh, Tom Sawyer's drying out, too.

    
                   
You should read the new book 
Mark Twain's writing now.

    
                   
How did you happen to fall in?

    
                   
I didn't fall in. 
I jumped in to save George.

    
                   
You what? 
To...to save me?

    
                   
Well, I did, didn't I? 
You didn't go through with it, did you?

    
                   
- Go through with what?
- Suicide.

    
                   
Well, it's against the law 
to commit suicide around here.

    
                   
Yeah, it's against the law 
where I come from, too.

    
                   
- Where do you come from?
- Heaven.

    
                   
I had to act quickly. 
That's why I jumped in.

    
                   
I knew if I were drowning 
you'd try to save me.

    
                   
And you see, you did, 
and that's how I saved you.

    
                   
Very funny.

    
                   
Your lip's bleeding, George.

    
                   
Yeah, I got a bust in the jaw in answer 
to a prayer a little bit ago.

    
                   
Oh, no, no, no, George, 
I'm the answer to your prayer.

    
                   
That's why I was sent down here.

    
                   
How do you know my name?

    
                   
Oh, I know all about you. 
I've watched you grow up from a little boy.

    
                   
- What are you, a mind reader or something?
- Oh, no.

    
                   
- Well, who are you then?
- Clarence Odbody, A-S- .

    
                   
Odbody...A-S- . 
Wh-Wh-What's that A-S- ?

    
                   
Angel Second Class.

    
                   
Cheerio, my good man.

    
                   
Oh, brother...

    
                   
I wonder what Martini put in those drinks?

    
                   
Hey, what's... with you...

    
                   
wh-wh-what-did you say just a minute ago?

    
                   
Why'd you want to save me?

    
                   
That's what I was sent down for. 
I'm your guardian angel.

    
                   
I wouldn't be a bit surprised.

    
                   
Ridiculous of you to think of killing 
yourself for money.

    
                   
- Eight thousand dollars.
- Yeah, I'll say. Just things like that.

    
                   
Now how do you know that?

    
                   
I told you. 
I'm your guardian angel.

    
                   
I know everything about you.

    
                   
Well, you look about like the kind of 
an 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 an angel second class.

    
                   
I don't know whether I like it very much being 
seen around with an angel without any wings.

    
                   
Oh, I-I've got to earn them 
and you'll help me, won't you?

    
                   
- Sure, sure. How?
- By letting me help you.

    
                   
Only one way you can help me.

    
                   
Y-You don't happen to have 
eight thousand bucks on you?

    
                   
Oh, no, no. 
We don't use money in heaven.

    
                   
Oh, that's right, I keep forgetting.

    
                   
Comes in pretty handy down here, bub.

    
                   
Oh, tut, tut, tut.

    
                   
I found it out a little late.

    
                   
I'm worth more dead than alive.

    
                   
Now look, you mustn't talk like that. 
I won't get my wings with that attitude.

    
                   
You just don't know all that you've done.

    
                   
If it hadn't been for you...

    
                   
Yeah, if it hadn't been for me, 
everybody'd be a lot better off.

    
                   
My wife, and my kids, and my friends.

    
                   
And my... Look, little fellow, why, you go off 
and haunt somebody else, will you?

    
                   
No, no, you don't understand. 
I've got my job.

    
                   
Aw, shut up, will you?

    
                   
Hmmm, this isn't gonna be so easy.

    
                   
Yeah! So you still think killing yourself 
would make everyone feel happier, eh?

    
                   
Oh, I don't know. 
I guess you're right.

    
                   
I suppose it would have been better 
if I'd never been born at all.

    
                   
- What'd you say?
- I said I wish I'd never been born.

    
                   
Oh, you mustn't say things like that.

    
                   
You...

    
                   
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

    
                   
That's an idea.

    
                   
What do you think? Yeah, that'll do it.

    
                   
All right.

    
                   
You've got your wish.