Mary: Bread, that this house may never know hunger. Salt, that life may always have flavor. And wine, that joy and prosperity may reign forever.
Quotes from Donna Reed movies and TV shows
Little Violet: I like him.
Little Mary: You like every boy.
Little Violet: What's wrong with that?
Mrs. Hatch: Who is down there with you, Mary?
Mary: It's George Bailey, mother.
Mrs. Hatch: George Bailey? What does he want?
Mary: I don't know! [to George.] What do you want?
George Bailey: Me? Nothing! I just came in to get warm, is all.
Mary: He's making violent love to me, mother!
[Mary's robe has been caught by George's foot, and she's naked in the bushes.]
Mary: Please give me my robe.
George Bailey: A man doesn't get in a situation like this every day.
Mary: I'd like to have my robe.
George Bailey: Not in Bedford Falls anyway.
Mary: [Gets pricked by the bush.] Ouch! Oh!
George Bailey: Gazuntiet.
Mary: George Bailey!
George Bailey: Inspires a little thought!
Mary: Give me my robe.
George Bailey: I've read about things like this.
Mary: Shame on you! I'm going to tell your mother on you.
George Bailey: Well, my mother is way up on the corner.
Mary: I'll call the police!
George Bailey: Well, they're all the way downtown. They'd be on my side.
Mary: Then I'll scream!
George Bailey: Maybe I can sell tickets.
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 too much?
Mary: You look at me as if you didn't know me.
George Bailey: Well, I don't.
Mary: You pass me on the street almost every day.
George Bailey: Me? Naw, that was a little girl named Mary Hatch, that wasn't you.
George Bailey: Mary Hatch, why in the world did you ever marry a guy like me?
Mary: To keep from being an old maid!
George Bailey: You could have married Sam Wainright, or anybody else in town...
Mary: I didn't want to marry anybody else in town. I want my baby to look like you.
George Bailey: You didn't even have a honeymoon. I promised you...your what?
Mary: My baby!
George Bailey: Your, your, your, ba- Mary, you on the nest?
Mary: George Baily Lassos Stork!
George Bailey: Lassos a stork? What're'ya... You mean you're... What is it, a boy or a girl?
Mary: Mmmm-hmmm!