Mary... [picks up Mary's robe, which is lying on the ground] Okay, I give up. Where are you?

Over here in the hydrangea bushes.

Here you are. Catch. [He is about to throw her the robe, but reconsiders] Wait a minute. What am I doing? This is a very interesting situation.

Please give me my robe.

Hmmm...A man doesn't get in a situation like this every day.

I'd like to have my robe.

Not in Bedford Falls, anyway.

[thrashing around in the bushes]

Ouch!

Gesundheit. This requires a little thought here.

George Bailey! Give me my robe!

I've heard about things like this, but I've never...

Shame on you. I'm going to tell your mother on you.

Oh, my mother's way up the corner there.

I'll call the police!

They're way downtown. They'd be on my side, too.

Then I'm going to scream!

Maybe I could sell tickets. No, no... Let's see. No, the point is, in order to get this robe...I've got it! I'll make a deal with you, Mary.