George Bailey: What is it you want Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That’s a pretty good idea. I’ll give you the moon, Mary.
Mary: I’ll 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 to much?