Oh, now wait a minute. That's an idea now, isn't it? You've ...
Clarence: Oh, now wait a minute. That's an idea now, isn't it?
Clarence: What do you think? Ahhh... All right, George, you've got your wish: You've never been born.
[Wind begins to blow violently outside the shack; Clarence yells out the door]
Clarence: You don't need to make all THAT fuss about it!