"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."
