& Mrs. Travers: You don’t intend for this film to be a musical?
Walt: I absolutely do.
Mrs. Travers: No.
Walt: No?
Mrs. Travers: No. Mr. Disney, Mary Poppins does not sing.
Walt: Yes, she does.
Mrs. Travers: When?
Walt: In your books.
Mrs. Travers: No, those aren’t songs. They’re recitations.
& Mrs. Travers: She’s not a giddy woman. She’s doesn’t jig about. I mean, singing is frivolous. It’s wholly unnecessary in a governess, an educatress. No, it would simply ruin it. I won’t have her turned into one of your silly cartoons.
& Mrs. Travers: Mary Poppins and the Banks, they are family to me.
Walt: I understand that. I do.
Mrs. Travers: Well, then. Shall we begin?
Walt: Let’s make something wonderful.
& Mrs. Travers: No, no, no! No, no, no! “Responstable” is not a word.
Dick: We made it up.
Mrs. Travers: Well, un-make it up. “Responstable...”
& Mrs. Travers: Mr. Banks is clean-shaven.
Bob: Does it matter?
Dick: Bob...
Bob: Does it matter?
Don DaGradi: Bob...
Mrs. Travers: You can wait outside. ... I shan’t say it again, Robert.
& Dolly: She has a lot of ideas.
Walt: Yeah? What kind of ideas?
Dolly: The name “Cynthia” has been changed to “Winifred.”
Walt: Fine, fine, fine.
Dolly: She won’t approve Dick Van Dyke... The sketches of the Banks house make it look too opulent. There must be no hint of romance between Mary Poppins and Bert. She wants to know why Mr. Banks has been given a mustache.
Walt: Oh, I asked for that.
Dolly: Yes, they told her that, but she wants to know why.
Walt: Because I asked for it.
Dolly: Right. Of course. Uh, the tape measure Mary Poppins uses to record Jane and Michael’s height must be a roll tape, not a ruler. She only wants green vegetables and broth. I don’t know what that is, but she wants it in the room from now on. And... Oh! She doesn’t want the color red in the film. At all.
& Walt: ...... All right. No red in the picture.
& Walt: “No whimsy or sentiment” says the woman who sent a flying nanny with a talking umbrella to save the children.
Mrs. Travers: You think Mary Poppins has come to save the children, Mr. Disney?.. Oh, dear.
& Father: We share a Celtic soul, you and I. This world, it’s just an illusion, Ginty old girl. As long as we hold that thought dear, they can’t break us. They can’t make us endure their reality. Bleak and bloody as it is.
& Father: Money. Money, money. Don’t you buy into it, Ginty. It’ll bite you on the bottom.
& Ralph: Is everything okay, Mrs? Would you like me to drive you home?
Mrs. Travers: All the way to England? Yes, please.
& Walt: I’m gonna take a ride with my favorite author.
Mrs. Travers: No, no, no, please, Mr. Disney, I cannot begin to tell you how uninterested, no, positively sickened I am at the thought of visiting your dollar-printing machine.
& Walt: Well, for crying out loud, when does anybody get to go to Disneyland with Walt Disney himself?
Mrs. Travers: Disappointments are to the soul what the thunderstorm is to the air.
& Mrs. Travers: You’re the only American I’ve ever liked, Ralph.
& Mrs. Travers: Now, take this.
Ralph: “Albert Einstein, Van Gogh, Roosevelt. Frida Kahlo...”
Mrs. Travers: “Kahlo.”
Ralph: Kahlo. What is this?
Mrs. Travers: They all had difficulties. Jane can do anything that anyone else can do. Do you understand? Oh. I almost forgot, turn it around.
Ralph: “Walt Disney.”
Mrs. Travers: Hyperactive behavior and deficiencies in concentration. It explains everything.
& Walt: Life is a harsh sentence to lay down for yourself.
& Walt: George Banks will be honored. George Banks will be redeemed. George Banks and all he stands for will be saved. Now, maybe not in life, but in imagination. Because that’s what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.
& Travers Goff: Wind’s in the east,
mist coming in,
like something is brewing,
about to begin.
Can’t put my finger
on what lies in store,
but I feel what’s to happen
all happened before.
--
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Walt: I absolutely do.
Mrs. Travers: No.
Walt: No?
Mrs. Travers: No. Mr. Disney, Mary Poppins does not sing.
Walt: Yes, she does.
Mrs. Travers: When?
Walt: In your books.
Mrs. Travers: No, those aren’t songs. They’re recitations.
& Mrs. Travers: She’s not a giddy woman. She’s doesn’t jig about. I mean, singing is frivolous. It’s wholly unnecessary in a governess, an educatress. No, it would simply ruin it. I won’t have her turned into one of your silly cartoons.
& Mrs. Travers: Mary Poppins and the Banks, they are family to me.
Walt: I understand that. I do.
Mrs. Travers: Well, then. Shall we begin?
Walt: Let’s make something wonderful.
& Mrs. Travers: No, no, no! No, no, no! “Responstable” is not a word.
Dick: We made it up.
Mrs. Travers: Well, un-make it up. “Responstable...”
& Mrs. Travers: Mr. Banks is clean-shaven.
Bob: Does it matter?
Dick: Bob...
Bob: Does it matter?
Don DaGradi: Bob...
Mrs. Travers: You can wait outside. ... I shan’t say it again, Robert.
& Dolly: She has a lot of ideas.
Walt: Yeah? What kind of ideas?
Dolly: The name “Cynthia” has been changed to “Winifred.”
Walt: Fine, fine, fine.
Dolly: She won’t approve Dick Van Dyke... The sketches of the Banks house make it look too opulent. There must be no hint of romance between Mary Poppins and Bert. She wants to know why Mr. Banks has been given a mustache.
Walt: Oh, I asked for that.
Dolly: Yes, they told her that, but she wants to know why.
Walt: Because I asked for it.
Dolly: Right. Of course. Uh, the tape measure Mary Poppins uses to record Jane and Michael’s height must be a roll tape, not a ruler. She only wants green vegetables and broth. I don’t know what that is, but she wants it in the room from now on. And... Oh! She doesn’t want the color red in the film. At all.
& Walt: ...... All right. No red in the picture.
& Walt: “No whimsy or sentiment” says the woman who sent a flying nanny with a talking umbrella to save the children.
Mrs. Travers: You think Mary Poppins has come to save the children, Mr. Disney?.. Oh, dear.
& Father: We share a Celtic soul, you and I. This world, it’s just an illusion, Ginty old girl. As long as we hold that thought dear, they can’t break us. They can’t make us endure their reality. Bleak and bloody as it is.
& Father: Money. Money, money. Don’t you buy into it, Ginty. It’ll bite you on the bottom.
& Ralph: Is everything okay, Mrs? Would you like me to drive you home?
Mrs. Travers: All the way to England? Yes, please.
& Walt: I’m gonna take a ride with my favorite author.
Mrs. Travers: No, no, no, please, Mr. Disney, I cannot begin to tell you how uninterested, no, positively sickened I am at the thought of visiting your dollar-printing machine.
& Walt: Well, for crying out loud, when does anybody get to go to Disneyland with Walt Disney himself?
Mrs. Travers: Disappointments are to the soul what the thunderstorm is to the air.
& Mrs. Travers: You’re the only American I’ve ever liked, Ralph.
& Mrs. Travers: Now, take this.
Ralph: “Albert Einstein, Van Gogh, Roosevelt. Frida Kahlo...”
Mrs. Travers: “Kahlo.”
Ralph: Kahlo. What is this?
Mrs. Travers: They all had difficulties. Jane can do anything that anyone else can do. Do you understand? Oh. I almost forgot, turn it around.
Ralph: “Walt Disney.”
Mrs. Travers: Hyperactive behavior and deficiencies in concentration. It explains everything.
& Walt: Life is a harsh sentence to lay down for yourself.
& Walt: George Banks will be honored. George Banks will be redeemed. George Banks and all he stands for will be saved. Now, maybe not in life, but in imagination. Because that’s what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.
& Travers Goff: Wind’s in the east,
mist coming in,
like something is brewing,
about to begin.
Can’t put my finger
on what lies in store,
but I feel what’s to happen
all happened before.
--
+ quotes on the IMDb
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