It's been a real pleasure driving you, Mrs. Travers.
No one likes a fibber.
Oh, no, no. I really have enjoyed it. I didn't know who you were at first. And then, guess what?
You found out?
Well, I was telling my daughter all about my day and how I'm driving this nice writer lady, Mrs. Travers, for Mr. Disney, and, uh...
And?
And... [fetches a copy of Mary Poppins from the car] ...she made me go to her bedroom and bring her this. I can't stop reading it, you know. I'm very slow, mind you, so...
Would you like me to sign it?
Would you?
I'd be honored. [taking the book] Let me see, now. [writing] "To Jane, and her dearest father..." I've just this moment realized I don't know your name.
Ralph.
Pamela. You're the only American I've ever liked, Ralph. [finishes signing]
Oh...Well, may I ask why?
No. [hands him back the book] Now, take this. [hands him a sheet of paper]
Albert Einstein, van Gogh, Roosevelt, Frida Kaylo-
Kahlo.
Kahlo? What is this?
They all had difficulties. Jane can do anything that anyone else can do. Do you understand? [Ralph smiles and nods and she starts to walk away] Oh, I almost forgot. Turn it around.
Walt Disney.
Hyperactive behavior and deficiencies in concentration. It explains everything.
Thank you, Mrs. Travers.

