George Bailey: What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the Moon. Just say the word and I will throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That is a good idea. I will give you the moon, Mary.
Mary: I will take it. Then what?
George Bailey: Well, then you can swallow it, and it'll all dissolve, see... and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair... am I talking too much?
...
Read full text