— Well, you look about the kind of angel I'd get. Sort of a fallen angel, aren't you? What happened to your wings?
— I haven't won my wings, yet. That's why I'm called an Angel Second Class. I have to earn them. And you'll help me will you?
— Sure, sure. How?
— By letting me help you.
— I know one way you can help me. You don't happen to have 8,000 bucks on you?
— No, we don't use money in Heaven.
— Well, it comes in real handy down here, bud!