You have been stopping me.

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

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

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

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

You can take this one off now.

Only one way you can help me.

And if you ask me, that's where you belong.

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

The last man I talked to before all this stuff started happening to me was Martini.

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

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

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

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

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

You can't begin to spend all the money you've got.

You know that. You're the only one in town that can help me.

Can you give me one good reason why you shouldn't call on Mary?

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

Now if you'll just point me in the right direction ...