Look, who are you?
I told you, george. I'm your guardian angel.
Yeah, yeah, I know. You told me that.
What else are you? What, are you--you a hypnotist?
No. Of course not.
Well, then, why am I seeing all these strange things here?
Don't you understand, george?
It's because you were not born.
Well, if I wasn't born, who am I?
You're nobody. You have no identity.
What do you mean, no identity? My name's george bailey.
There is no george bailey.
You have no papers, no cards, no driver's license,
No 4-f card, no insurance policy.
They're not there, either.
What?
Zuzu's petals.
You've been given a great gift, george,
A chance to see what the world would be like without you.
Now, wait a minute here. Wait a minute here.
This is some sort of a funny dream I'm having.
So long, mister. I--I'm going home.
Home? What home?
Oh, shut up! Cut it out!
(stuttering) you're crazy!
That's what I think. You're-- you're screwy.
You're driving me crazy, too.
I'm seeing things here.
I'm going home and see my wife and family.
You understand that? And I'm going home alone.