This old thing?Why, I onlywear it when Idon't care howI look.She becamean old maid.She nevermarried...We serve hard drinksin here for men whowant to get drunkfast, and we don'tneed any charactersaround to give thejoint "atmosphere"A toast to mybig brotherGeorge: Therichest manin town.Remember,no man is afailure whohas friendsAnd wine...that joy andprosperitymay reignforever.They'recheering us.We must begood.George, I am anold man and mostpeople hate me.But I don't likethem either, sothat makes it alleven.She becamean old maid.She nevermarried…I don't want MrsBailey I wantmy wife... MrsBailey? Oh,that's my wife.Every man on thattransport died.Harry wasn't thereto save them,because youweren't there tosave Harry.Boys andgirls andmusic. Whydo they needgin?playingnursemaid toa lot of garliceaters.I didn't want tomarry anybodyelse in town. Iwant my babyto look like you.I wouldn'tlive in itas aghost."I like him.""You likeevery boy.""What's wrongwith that?"You call this ahappy family?Why do wehave to haveall these kids?Get me.I'm givin'out wings! I wishthey wererabbits.He's makingviolent loveto me,mother!"Uh-huh. Breakfast isserved, lunch isserved, dinner..." "No, no, no, no!Anchor chains, planemotors, and trainwhistles."Look, we'restill inbusiness!We've still gottwo bucks left!You look alittle olderwithout yourclothes on"And all's fair inlove and war." "Well, I don'tknow aboutwar."Why don'tyou kiss herinstead oftalking her todeath.Is this the ear youcan't hear on?[whispering in hisbad ear]George Bailey, I'lllove you 'til theday I die.I think I got adate. But, uh,stick aroundfellows, justin case.I'll giveyou themoon,MaryBut to you, a warped,frustrated old man,they're cattle. Well inmy book, my fatherdied a much richerman than you'll everbEach man's lifetouches so manyother lives. Whenhe isn't around heleaves an awfulhole, doesn't he?This old thing?Why, I onlywear it when Idon't care howI look.She becamean old maid.She nevermarried...We serve hard drinksin here for men whowant to get drunkfast, and we don'tneed any charactersaround to give thejoint "atmosphere"A toast to mybig brotherGeorge: Therichest manin town.Remember,no man is afailure whohas friendsAnd wine...that joy andprosperitymay reignforever.They'recheering us.We must begood.George, I am anold man and mostpeople hate me.But I don't likethem either, sothat makes it alleven.She becamean old maid.She nevermarried…I don't want MrsBailey I wantmy wife... MrsBailey? Oh,that's my wife.Every man on thattransport died.Harry wasn't thereto save them,because youweren't there tosave Harry.Boys andgirls andmusic. Whydo they needgin?playingnursemaid toa lot of garliceaters.I didn't want tomarry anybodyelse in town. Iwant my babyto look like you.I wouldn'tlive in itas aghost."I like him.""You likeevery boy.""What's wrongwith that?"You call this ahappy family?Why do wehave to haveall these kids?Get me.I'm givin'out wings! I wishthey wererabbits.He's makingviolent loveto me,mother!"Uh-huh. Breakfast isserved, lunch isserved, dinner..." "No, no, no, no!Anchor chains, planemotors, and trainwhistles."Look, we'restill inbusiness!We've still gottwo bucks left!You look alittle olderwithout yourclothes on"And all's fair inlove and war." "Well, I don'tknow aboutwar."Why don'tyou kiss herinstead oftalking her todeath.Is this the ear youcan't hear on?[whispering in hisbad ear]George Bailey, I'lllove you 'til theday I die.I think I got adate. But, uh,stick aroundfellows, justin case.I'll giveyou themoon,MaryBut to you, a warped,frustrated old man,they're cattle. Well inmy book, my fatherdied a much richerman than you'll everbEach man's lifetouches so manyother lives. Whenhe isn't around heleaves an awfulhole, doesn't he?

Number 1 - Call List

(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.


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  1. This old thing? Why, I only wear it when I don't care how I look.
  2. She became an old maid. She never married...
  3. We serve hard drinks in here for men who want to get drunk fast, and we don't need any characters around to give the joint "atmosphere"
  4. A toast to my big brother George: The richest man in town.
  5. Remember, no man is a failure who has friends
  6. And wine... that joy and prosperity may reign forever.
  7. They're cheering us. We must be good.
  8. George, I am an old man and most people hate me. But I don't like them either, so that makes it all even.
  9. She became an old maid. She never married…
  10. I don't want Mrs Bailey I want my wife... Mrs Bailey? Oh, that's my wife.
  11. Every man on that transport died. Harry wasn't there to save them, because you weren't there to save Harry.
  12. Boys and girls and music. Why do they need gin?
  13. playing nursemaid to a lot of garlic eaters.
  14. I didn't want to marry anybody else in town. I want my baby to look like you.
  15. I wouldn't live in it as a ghost.
  16. "I like him." "You like every boy." "What's wrong with that?"
  17. You call this a happy family? Why do we have to have all these kids?
  18. Get me. I'm givin' out wings!
  19. I wish they were rabbits.
  20. He's making violent love to me, mother!
  21. "Uh-huh. Breakfast is served, lunch is served, dinner..." "No, no, no, no! Anchor chains, plane motors, and train whistles."
  22. Look, we're still in business! We've still got two bucks left!
  23. You look a little older without your clothes on
  24. "And all's fair in love and war." "Well, I don't know about war."
  25. Why don't you kiss her instead of talking her to death.
  26. Is this the ear you can't hear on? [whispering in his bad ear] George Bailey, I'll love you 'til the day I die.
  27. I think I got a date. But, uh, stick around fellows, just in case.
  28. I'll give you the moon, Mary
  29. But to you, a warped, frustrated old man, they're cattle. Well in my book, my father died a much richer man than you'll ever b
  30. Each man's life touches so many other lives. When he isn't around he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he?