Ghastly looking crew, I must say!
Most scenes together: Jane & Michael (9), Mary Poppins & Bert (7), Mr. George Banks & Winifred (7)
Mary Poppins quotes
Page 1 of 7If you don'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.
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]
Come with me, my dears. Granny'll hide you!
A friend of mine went to buy some long underwear. The shopkeeper asked him, 'How long do you want it?' And my friend said, 'Well, from about September to March'.
Time Gun ready?
Ready and charged, Sir.
Three minutes and six seconds.
Aye, aye, sir.
What he's famous for is punctuality. The whole world takes it's time from Greenwich. But Greenwich they say, takes its time from Admiral Boom. What cheer, Admiral?
Good afternoon to you, young man. Where are you bound?
Number 17. Got some parties who want to see it.
Enter that in the log.
Aye, aye, sir.
A word of advice, young man. Storm signals are up at number 17. Bit of heavy weather brewing there.
Thank you sir! Keep an eye skinned.
Time Gun pronto?
Pronto e carico, signore.
Tre minuti e sei secondi.
Mr. Binnacle': Sì, sì, signore.
Ciò per cui è famoso è la puntualità [si tocca il naso mentre dice questo]. Il mondo intero si prende il suo tempo da Greenwich. Ma dicono che Greenwich, si prende il suo tempo dall'ammiraglio Boom. [chiamando l'ammiraglio] Che tifo, ammiraglio?
Buon pomeriggio a te, giovane. Dove sei legato?
Numero 17. Ho alcune feste che vogliono vederlo.
inseriscilo nel registro.
Mr. Binnacle': Sì, sì, signore.
Una parola di consiglio, giovane. I segnali di tempesta sono al numero 17. Un po' di tempo pesante che si sta preparando lì.
Grazie signore! Tieni un occhio scuoiato.
Bert will look after you. Like I was your own father. Now who's after you?
Father is.
What?
I'll do it myself.
Do what?
A bit of magic. It's easy. You think. You wink. You do a double blink. You close your eyes... And jump.
Bert, what utter nonsense. Why do you always complicate things that are really quite simple. Give me your hand please Michael. Don't slouch. One, two...
[they jump into the sidewalk drawing]
It's true that Mavis and Sybil have ways that are winning And Prudence and Gwendolyn set your heart spinning Phoebe's delightful, Maude is disarming
Janice, Felicia, Lydia.
Charming Cynthia's dashing, Vivian's sweet Stephanie's smashing, Priscilla a treat.
Veronica, Millicent, Agnes, and Jane.
Convivial company, time and again. Dorcas and Phyllis and Glynis are sorts I'll agree are three jolly good sports. But cream of the crop, tip of the top. It's Mary Poppins, and there we stop.
Reminds me of a guy I know who got a nice cushy job in a watch factory.
What does he do?
He stands about all day and makes faces.
Ha ha ha. He makes faces in a watch factory.
Speaking of names, I know a man with a wooden leg named Smith.
What's the name of his other leg?
Uncle Albert, I got a jolly joke I save for just such an occasion. Would you like to hear it?
I'd be so grateful.
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."
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.
Father in a cage?
They makes cages in all sizes and shapes, you know. Bank-shaped some of 'em, carpets and all.
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...
...Well, look - I...
Say no more, Gov'ner. 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 - medicine go down - medicine go down. Well, so long, Gov'ner. Sorry to have troubled you.
[Bert exits, whistling "A Spoon Full of Sugar"]