It’s a wonderful life – Christmas scene

– Clarence! Clarence! Help me, Clarence. Get me back. Get me back. I don’t care what happens to me.Get me back to my wife and kids .Help me, Clarence, please. Please! I want to live again. I want to live again. I want to live again. Please, God, let me live again.

– Hey, George.George! You all right. Hey, what’s the matter?

– Now get out of here, Bert or I’ll hit you again! Get out!

– What the Sam Hill you, you yelling for, George! You… George?

– Bert, do you know me?

– Know you? Hum, are you kidding’? I’ve been looking all over town, trying to find you. I saw your car piled into that tree down there, and I thought maybe you… Hey, your mouth’s bleeding. Are you sure you’re all right?

– What did you… My mouth’s bleeding, Bert! My mouth’s bleed… Zuzu’s petals, Zuzu’s… There they are! Bert! What do you know about that?

-Merry Christmas

– Well, Merry Christmas

– Mary! Mary!  Yaa! Yaa!

– Hello, Bedford Falls! Merry Christmas!

– Merry Christmas!

– Merry Christmas, George!

– Merry Christmas, movie house!

– Merry Christmas, Emporium!

– Merry Christmas, you wonderful old Building and Loan!

– Hey! Merry Christmas, Mr. Potter!

– Happy New Year to you…in jail. Go on home. They’re waiting for you.

– Mary! Mary! Mary!

– Well, hello, Mr. Bank Examiner. How are you?

– Mr. Bailey, there’s a deficit.

– I know. Eight thousand dollars.

– George, I’ve got a little paper here.

– I’ll bet it’s a warrant for my arrest. Isn’t it wonderful? I’m going to jail.

– Merry Christmas!

– Reporters? Wh-Where’s Mary? Mary!

– Oh, look at this wonderful old drafty house.

– Mary! Mary! Mary!

– Have you.. Have you seen my wife?

– Merry Christmas, Daddy!

– Merry Christmas, Daddy!

– Kids! Pete! Oh! Kids!  Janie! Janie! Tommy! Oh, let me look at you.Oh, I could eat you up. Where is your mother?

– She went looking for you with Uncle Billy.

– Daddy!

– Zuzu! Zuzu! My little gingersnap! How do you feel?

– Fine! Not a smitch of temperature.

– Not a smitch of tempe… Hallelujah!

– George! George!

– Mary! Mary!

– George, darling! Where have you been? George, darling! Where have you been? Oh, George, George, George.

– Mary! Let me touch you. Let me touch you. Oh, you’re real!

-Oh, George… George.

You have no idea what happened to me. You have no idea what happened.

-Well, well, come on, George, come on downstairs, quick. They’re on their way.

– All right.

– Come on!

– Come on in here now.

– Now, you stand right over here, by the tree. Right there, and don’t move, don’t move.

– What’s happening? Who’s gonna come?

– I hear ’em coming now, George, it’s a miracle! It’s a miracle!

– Who’s coming?

– Who’s gonna come, Daddy?

– Who, Daddy?

– I don’t know.

– Come in, Uncle Billy. Everybody! In here!

– Isn’t it wonderful?

– So many faces!

– Mary did it, George! Mary did it! She told some people you were in trouble and then they scattered all over town collecting money.They didn’t ask any questions – just said: “If George is in trouble, count me in…

– What is this, George?

– Another run on the bank?

– Here you are, George,

– Merry Christmas.

– The line forms on the right.

– Merry Christmas!

– God bless you.

– Oh, Mr. Martini!

– Merry Christmas!

– Step right up here.

– I busted the jukebox, too!

– Mr. Gower!

– I made the rounds of all my charge accounts.

– Violet Bick!

– I’m not going to go, George. I changed my mind.

– I’ve been saving this money for a divorce, if ever I get a husband.

– There you are, George.

– I got the faculty all up out of bed.

– And here’s something for you to play with.

I wouldn’t have a roof over my head if it wasn’t for you, George.

– Just a minute. Just a minute.

– Quiet, everybody. Quiet, quiet.

– I just got this. It’s from London.

– Oh.

’Mr. Gower cabled you need cash. Stop.My office instructed to advance you up to twenty-five thousand dollars. Stop. Hee-haw and Merry Christmas. Sam Wainwright.’

Mr. Martini. How about some wine?

’Hark, the Herald angels sing

Glory to the new-born king.

Peace on earth, and mercy mild,

God and sinners reconciled.

Joyful all ye nations rise,

Join the triumph of the skies,

With angelic hosts proclaim

Christ is born in Bethlehem,’

– Harry Bailey.

– George, old son of a gun.

– Harry! Harry!

– Looks like I got here too late.

– Mary, I got him here from the airport as quickly as I could.

– The fool flew all the way up here in a blizzard. Harry, how about your banquet in New York?

– Oh, I left right in the middle of it as soon as I got Mary’s telegram.

– Good idea, Ernie, a toast… to my big brother George.The richest man in town!

’Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And never brought to mind,

Should auld acquaintance

Be forgot, and days of Auld Lang Syne.’

– What’s that?

– That’s a Christmas present from a very dear friend of mine.

– Look, Daddy. Teacher says every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings.

– That’s right. That’s right.

– Atta boy, Clarence.

’For Auld Land Syne, my dear.

For Auld Land Syne

We’ll take cup of kindness yet,

For Auld Lang Syne

We’ll take cup of kindness yet,

For Auld Lang Syne’