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Harry Bailey: Thanks, Merry Christmas, George! (to the crowd) Now wait a minute, everybody! I got a telegram here I wanna read--from London! (reads) "Dear George. Stop. Mr Gower cables you need cash. Stop. My office instructed to advance you up to $8000. Stop. (crowd reacts) Hee-haw and Merry Christmas! Sam Wainwright"!!!
(crowd cheers and everyone breaks into a joyous rendition of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing".)
Crowd: (singing)
"Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King
Peace on earth and mercy...."
(Uncle Billy is heard offstage, screaming--"George! George!", before finally bursting into the room. He has a string tied around his finger)
Uncle Billy: Quiet everyone! I remembered! I remembered what I did with the money--the $8000!
George Bailey: Why that's great, Uncle Billy! What did you do with it?
Uncle Billy: (frantic) I was in the bank--I had it in a newspaper--I remember giving it to someone!
George Bailey: Well, who? Who'd you give it to?
Uncle Billy: No, wait! I just called Clarence at the bank. He told me that Old man Potter deposited $8000 right after I left! IT WAS HIM!!!
(crowd is outraged)
George Bailey: Well--what're we waitin' for? Let's go get him!
Crowd: Yeah!!!
(background music changes from bright and Christmas-y to dark and ominous, as the bloodthirsty citizens of Bedford Falls make thier way to Potter's office.)
(cut to Potter's office. Potter looks out his window to see the baseball bat and crowbar-wielding mob arriving at his door--which they proceed to batter to pieces with thier weapons. An angry George appears in the doorway)
Mr. Potter: Stay where you are, George Bailey, you're in enough trouble already...
George Bailey: You made one mistake, Mr. Potter: you double-crossed me and you left me alive!
Mr. Potter: Now, wait just a second--I'll give you the money back!
George Bailey: I don't want the money--I want a piece of you, Potter! (tips Potter's wheelchair over, spilling him onto the floor. George then begins kicking him ferociously) You think the whole world revolves around you and your money--well it doesn't, Mr. Potter! In the whole vast configuration of things, you're nothing but a scurvy little spider!
(The mob gasps in amazement as Potter pulls himself off the floor and onto his feet)
George Bailey: Why, you're nothing but a fraud! You're not even a cripple!
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