As I expected. "Mary Poppins, practically perfect in every way."
Reading her magical tape measure, after the children ask her to measure herself.
In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun. You find the fun and snap! [snaps her fingers] The job's a game.
Close your mouth please, Michael, we are not a codfish.
Sacked?! Certainly not, I am never sacked.
Mr. George Banks
Kindly do not attempt to cloud the issue with facts.
It's grand to be an Englishman in 1910 King Edward's on the throne; it's the age of men.
It's 6:03 and the heirs to my dominion are scrubbed and tubbed, and adequately fed. And so I'll pat them on the head, and send them off to bed. Ah, lordly is the life I lead.
A man has dreams of walking with giants
To carve his niche in the edifice of time
Before the mortar of his zeal
Has a chance to congeal
The cup is dashed from his lips
The flame is snuffed a-borning
He's brought to wrack and ruin in his prime.
A British bank is run with precision
A British home requires nothing less
Tradition, discipline and rules
Must be the tools
Without them: disorder, catastrophe, anarchy
In short, you have a ghastly mess!
Kindly do not attempt to cloud the issue with facts.
Mrs. Winifred Banks
Oh, George, you didn't jump into the river. How sensible of you!
[sings] Our daughters' daughters will adore us and they'll sing in grateful chorus, "Well done, sister suffragettes."
[sings] Though we adore men individually, we agree that as a group they're rather stupid.
Winds from the east... Mist comin' in... Like something's a brewin', about to begin... Can't put me finger on what lies in store... But I feel what's to 'appen, all 'appened before...
Oh, It's you. Hello. … Number 17 Cherry Tree Lane, you say? Alright. … Come on with me.… Here we are, 17 Cherry Tree Lane. Home of George Banks, Esq. [hears yelling inside] Hello, hello, hello. Admiral's right, heavy weather brewing at number 17 and no mistake.
Opening comments to viewers of the film, breaking the fourth wall.
Winds from the east... Mist comin' in... Like something's a brewin', about to begin... Can't put me finger on what lies in store... But I feel what's to 'appen, all 'appened before...!
Not Royal Academy, I suppose. Still better than a finger in the eye, ain't they?
Comment about his chalk drawings
What did I tell ya? There's the whole world at your feet. And who gets to see it? But the birds, the stars, and the chimney sweeps.
Goodbye, Mary Poppins, don't stay away too long.
Closing line of film
Admiral Boom: [observes the long queue of want-to-be nannies] Ghastly looking crew, I must say!
Mr. Dawes, Sr.: While stand the banks of England, England stands — whoa, whoa...! [Mr. Dawes stumbles over his own cane] When fall the banks of England... ENGLAND FALLS! [Mr. Dawes falls backward and the rest of the Board of Directors have to catch him]
Uncle Albert: The other day, when it was so cold, a friend of mine went to buy some long underwear. The shopkeeper said to him, "How long you want it?" And my friend said, "Well, from about September to March."
Old Crone: Come with me, my dears. Granny'll hide you!
You know, you can say it backwards, which is dociousaliexpilisticfragicalirupus,
but that's going a bit too far, don't you think?
Just that spoonful of sugar to 'elp the medicine go down
As a matter of fact, since you hired Mary Poppins, the most extraordinary things seem to have come over the household
Bert:[to the audience] What he's famous for is punctuality [touches his nose as he says this]. The whole world takes it's time from Greenwich. But Greenwich they say, takes it's time from Admiral Boom. [calling up to the admiral] What cheer, Admiral?
Admiral Boom: Good afternoon to you, young man. Where are you bound?
Bert: Number 17. Got some parties who want to see it.
Admiral Boom: Enter that in the log.
Mr. Binnacle: Aye, aye, sir.
Admiral Boom: A word of advice, young man. Storm signals are up at number 17. Bit of heavy weather brewing there.
Bert: Thank you sir! Keep an eye skinned.
[George and Winifred are talking about the failure of their previous nanny]
Winifred: I'm sorry, dear, but when I chose Katie Nana, I thought she would be firm with the children. She seemed so solemn and cross.
George: My dear, never confuse efficiency with a liver complaint.
Jane:[reads an ad she and Michael wrote] Wanted: a nanny for two adorable children.
George: Adorable — well that's highly debatable, I must say.
[Jane continues reading while singing alone.]
Jane: If you want this choice position, have a cheery disposition...
Jane: Play games all sorts. You must be kind, you must be witty; very sweet and fairly pretty...
George: Well, of all the ridic... [Winifred silences him again.]
Jane: Take us on outings, give us treats. Sing songs, bring sweets. Never be cross or cruel, never feed us castor oil, or gruel. Love us as a son and daughter, and never smell of barley water...
Michael: I put that in, too.
Jane: If you won't scold and dominate us, we will never give you cause to hate us. We won't hide your spectacles so you can't see, put toads in your bed, or pepper in your tea. Hurry, Nanny! Many thanks! Sincerely...
Michael and Jane: Jane and Michael Banks.
[Having seen Mary Poppins's first arrival as she's floating down from the sky.]
Bert:[laughs] He stands about all day and makes faces!
Uncle Albert:[laughs] He makes faces in a watch factory!
Bert: Speaking of names, I know a man with a wooden leg named Smith.
Uncle Albert: What's the name of his other leg?
Bert: Uncle Albert, I got a jolly joke I save for just such an occasion. Would you like to hear it?
Uncle Albert: I'd be so grateful.
Bert: Righto. Well it's about me granddad, see, and one night he had a nightmare. So bad, he chewed his pillow to bits. To bits. The next morning, I says, "How do you feel, Granddad?" He says, "Oh not bad, a little down in the mouth." [laughs] I always say there's nothing like a good joke.
Uncle Albert: And that was nothing like a good joke.
George:[As they arrive at the bank where George works] We must be on our best behavior.
Michael: But I thought it was your bank.
George: Well, I'm one of the younger officers, so in a sense it is. Sort of.
Michael:[about his tuppence] I want it to feed the birds.
Mr. Dawes Sr:Fiddlesticks, boy. Feed the birds and what have you got? Fat birds. But...
[sings] If you invest your tuppence wisely
in the bank safe and sound,
soon, the tuppence, safely invested in the bank,
And you'll achieve that sense of conquest as you affluence expands
in the hands of the directors who invest... [coughs] ...As propriety... [coughs again] ...Demands. [coughs once more]
George: May I, Sir?
Mr. Dawes Sr: Carry on, Banks.
[After Jane and Michael realized that the man who startled them was only Bert as a chimney sweep for the day]
Jane: Bert. It's you.
Bert: In the flesh and at your service.
Michael: You're filthy.
Bert: Oh. Perhaps a smudge or two? It so happens that today, I'm a chimney sweep.
Jane: Oh, Bert, we're so frightened!
Bert: Now, now, don't take on so. Bert will look after you. Like I was your own father. Now who's after you?
Jane: Father is.
[Jane and Michael have just told Bert that the run on the bank is their fault.]
Bert: Let's sit down. You know, begging you pardon, but the one who my heart goes out for is your father. There he is in that cold, heartless bank day after day, hemmed in by mounds of cold, heartless money. I don't like to see any living thing caged up.
Jane: Father? In a cage?
Bert: They makes cages in all sizes and shapes, you know. Bank-shaped some of 'em, carpets and all.
Jane: But Father isn't in trouble, we are.
Bert: Oh, sure about that, are you? Look at it this way. You've got your mother to look after you. And Mary Poppins and Constable Jones and me. Who looks after your father? Tell me that. When something terrible happens, what does he do? Fends for himself, he does. Who does he tell about it? No one! Don't blab his troubles at home. He just pushes on at his job, uncomplaining and alone and silent.
Michael: He's not very silent.
Jane: Michael, be quiet. And Bert, do you think father really needs our help?
Bert: Well, Jane, it's not my place to say. [the three of them stand up] I only observe that a father can always do it with a bit of help. Come on, I'll take you home.
Mary Poppins:[sings] Chim Chiminy, Chim Chiminy, Chim Chim Cher-ee
When you're with a 'sweep, you're in glad company.
Bert:[sings] Never was there a more happier crew.
Both: Than them what sings Chim Chim Chiree Chim Chiroo! Chim Chim Chiminy Chim Chim Chiree Chim Chiroo.
George: Just a moment, Mary Poppins. What is the meaning of this outrage?
Mary Poppins: I beg your pardon?
George: Will you be good enough to explain all this?
Mary Poppins: First of all I would like to make one thing quite clear.
Mary Poppins: I never explain anything.
Bert:[sings] You're a man of high position, esteemed by your peers. And when your little tykes are crying, you haven't time to dry their tears... And see their thankful little faces smiling up at you... 'Cause their dad, he always knows just what to do...
George:[caught off guard by this new knowledge] ...Well, look — I...
Bert: Say no more, Gov'ner. [sings] You've got to grind, grind, grind at that grindstone... Though childhood slips like sand through a sieve... And all too soon they've up and grown, and then they've flown... And it's too late for you to give — just that spoonful of sugar to 'elp the medicine go down — the medicine go dow-own — medicine go down. [speaks again] Well, so long, Gov'ner. Sorry to have troubled you.
Mr. Dawes Jr: In 1773, an official on this bank unwisely loaned a large sum of money to finance a shipment of tea to the American colonies. Do you know what happened?
George: Yes, sir, I think I do. As the ship lay in Boston Harbor, a party of the colonists dressed as red Indians boarded the vessel, behaved very rudely, and threw all the tea overboard, making the tea unsuitable for drinking. [jokingly] Even for Americans.
Mr. Dawes Jr: Precisely. The loan was defaulted. Panic ensued within these walls. There was a run on the bank.
Mr. Dawes Sr.: From that time to this, sir, there has not been a run on this bank... UNTIL TODAY. A run, sir, caused by the disgraceful conduct of your son, do you deny it?
[George has just been discharged from the bank]
Mr. Dawes Sr.: Well, Banks — have you anything to say for yourself?
George: Well, sir, they say that when you have nothing to say, all you can say is...
(He feels something in his pocket, takes it out, and looks at it: Michael's tuppence.)
Mr. Dawes Sr.: Confound it, Banks! I said do you have anything to say!
George:(starts to laugh) There's just one word, sir.
Mr. Dawes Sr.: What are you talking about, man? There's no such word.
George: Oh, yes. It is a word. A perfectly good word. Actually, do you know what there's no such thing as? It turns out with due respect when all is said and done that there's no such thing as you!
Mr. Dawes Sr.: Impertinence, Sir!
George: Speaking of "Impertinence," would you like to hear a perfectly marvelous joke? A real snapper.
Mr. Dawes Sr.: "Joke?" "Snapper?"
George: Yes. There were these two wonderful young people, Jane & Michael. And they meet one day on the street, and Jane says to Michael, "I know a man with a wooden leg named Smith." And Michael said, "Really? What's the name of his other leg?" (laughs even)
Mr. Dawes Sr.: The man's gone mad! Call the guard!
George: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! I'm feeling better all the time!
[he moves toward Dawes Sr. as if to punch him; Dawes Jr. stands up in his father's defense]
Mr. Dawes Jr.: Banks, don't you dare strike my father!
George:[hands Dawes Sr. the tuppence] There's the tuppence. The wonderful, faithful, Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious tuppence. Guard it well! Bye-bye!
Mr. Dawes Sr.: Banks, where are you going?
George: I don't know. I might pop through a chalk-pavement picture, and go for an outing in the country. Or I might seize a horse off a merry-go-round and win the derby. Or I might just fly a kite. Only Poppins would know.
Mr. Dawes Sr.: "Poppins?"
George: My nanny. She's the one who sings that ridiculous song. (sings while he dances out of the bank) A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down, the medicine go down, the medicine go down...(Fades while door closes)
Mr. Dawes Jr.: Mad as a march-hare.
Mr. Dawes Sr.:[caught up on the "Wooden leg named 'Smith'" joke] A wooden leg named "Smith." A wooden leg named "Smith." A wooden le- [starts to wheeze-laugh before he flies up]
Mr. Dawes Jr.: Father. Father! [While the Bankers try to take the chairman of the bank down] Father, come down! Daddy! Daddy, come back! [wails]
[The bankers see the Banks family flying a kite]
Mr. Dawes Jr.: Ah. There you are, Banks. I want to congratulate you. Capitol bit of humor. "Wooden leg named 'Smith!'" [Laughs and pauses] Or Jones. Whatever it was. Father died laughing.
George: Oh, I'm so sorry, Sir.
Mr. Dawes Jr.: Oh, no. Nonsense. Nothing to be sorry about. Never seen him happier in his life. [hands George back the flower badge] He left an opening for a new partner. Congratulations.
George: Thank you, Sir. Thank you very much indeed, Sir!