G: Now how do you know that?
C-- I told you. I'm your guardian angel. I know everything about you.
G: Well, you look about like the kind of an angel I'd get. Sort of a fallen angel, aren't you? What happened to your wings?
C-- I haven't won my wings yet. That's why I'm an angel second class.
G: I don't know whether I like it very much being seen around with an angel without any wings.
C-- Oh, I-I've got to earn them and you'll help me, won't you?
G: Sure, sure. How?
C-- By letting me help you.
G: Only one way you can help me. Y-You don't happen to have eight thousand bucks on you?
C-- Oh, no, no. We don't use money in heaven.
G: Oh, that's right, I keep forgetting. Comes in pretty handy down here, bub.
C-- Oh, tut, tut, tut.
G: I found it out a little late. I'm worth more dead than alive.
C-- Now look, you mustn't talk like that. I won't get my wings with that attitude. You just don't know all that you've done. If it hadn't been for you...
G: Yeah, if it hadn't been for me, everybody'd be a lot better off. My wife, and my kids, and my friends. And my... Look, little fellow, why, you go off and haunt somebody else, will you?