Oh, why don't you stop annoying people.
Why the whole town knows you've been giving money to Violet Bick.
You've been given a great gift George; A chance to see what the world would be like without you.
This old thing, I only wear it when I don't care how I look!
George Bailey I'll love you til the day I die!
Heh heh heh (Hey, somebody probably said that at some point in the movie.)
MY LIP'S BLEEDING BURT! MY LIPS BLEEDING!
It's poison I tell you it's poison!
Your money's not here, it's at Joe's house (oh wait, that's our family version)
Someday this bright young man is going to ask George Bailey for a job.
"Why don't you kiss her instead of talking her to death?"
Oh! Youth is wasted on the wrong people
out you two pixies go, through the door or out the window
Nobody wants a Charlie in the Box
I'm thinking of a flaming rum punch, no, it's not quite cold enough. I know, Muir wine, heavy on the cinnamon light on the cloves. Off me lad and be lively!
And I'll Happy New Years to you... in jail!
Hee Haw and Merry Christmas.
Help you down?!
All those men on that transport died. Harry didn't save them because you weren't there to save him.
Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight? Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight, and dance by the light of the moon?
mother?
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Oh, why don't you stop annoying people.
Why the whole town knows you've been giving money to Violet Bick.
You've been given a great gift George; A chance to see what the world would be like without you.
This old thing, I only wear it when I don't care how I look!
George Bailey I'll love you til the day I die!
Heh heh heh (Hey, somebody probably said that at some point in the movie.)
MY LIP'S BLEEDING BURT! MY LIPS BLEEDING!
It's poison I tell you it's poison!
Your money's not here, it's at Joe's house (oh wait, that's our family version)
Someday this bright young man is going to ask George Bailey for a job.
"Why don't you kiss her instead of talking her to death?"
Oh! Youth is wasted on the wrong people
out you two pixies go, through the door or out the window
Nobody wants a Charlie in the Box
I'm thinking of a flaming rum punch, no, it's not quite cold enough. I know, Muir wine, heavy on the cinnamon light on the cloves. Off me lad and be lively!
And I'll Happy New Years to you... in jail!
Hee Haw and Merry Christmas.
Help you down?!
All those men on that transport died. Harry didn't save them because you weren't there to save him.
Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight?
Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight, and dance by the light of the moon?
mother?
Post a Comment