Then she had another one, a girl.

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

What is this, George? Another run on the bank?

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

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

Well, that's the way it goes. One in, one out.

Mostly I remember the last one.

The envious ones say that, George, the suckers.

One of the oldest trees in Pottersville.

If you don't mind, fill in the names. That'll make it more official.

That couldn't be one of the Bailey boys?

You would find the conversation a trifle one-sided.

A young man ... the smartest one of the crowd, mind you,

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

Here, the fortunate ones, through money or influence or luck...

- He'll take one. - I think not. I've seen the lady.

But the one who looked at me with such hatred...

You and I were the only ones that kept our heads.

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

Major Strasser is one of the reasons the Third Reich enjoys the reputation it has.