Saving Mr. Banks

Ralph: Hey, sun came out again. P.L. Travers: You say it as if you're surprised. As if the sun were particular about for whom it appears. It seems that you think that I am responsible for its miraculous dawning every day. For heaven's sake, it's California. Ralph: Certainly is. P.L. Travers: I'd so much rather be accountable for the rain. Ralph: Oh, that's sad. P.L. Travers: Sad is entirely the wrong emotion. I shan't bother explaining why. It would just... zip! Ralph: Okey dokey. P.L. Travers: The rain brings life. Ralph: So does the sun. P.L. Travers: [looks at Ralph] Be quiet. Ralph: Yes, ma'am.

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Don DaGradi: So, this is the rest of your team. Dick and Bob Sherman, music and lyrics. Boys, this is the one and only Mrs. P.L. Travers, the creator of our beloved Mary! P.L. Travers: Poppins. Don DaGradi: Who else? P.L. Travers: Mary Poppins. Never, ever just Mary. [to the Shermans] It's a pleasure to meet you. I fear we shan't be acquainted for too long. Robert: Why is that? P.L. Travers: Because these books simply do not lend themselves to chirping and prancing. No, it's certainly not a musical. Now, where is Mr. Disney? I should so much like to get this started and finished as briskly as is humanly possible.

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Richard Sherman: [singing and playing the piano] Room here for everyone / Gather around / The constable's "responstible"! / Now how does that sound? P.L. Travers: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no! [Richard stops playing] "Responstible" is not a word. Richard Sherman: Uh, we made it up. P.L. Travers: Well, un-make it up. [Richard hides the music note sheet of "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"]

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Walt Disney: We can't make the picture without the color red. The film is set in London, for Pete's sake! P.L. Travers: And? Walt Disney: Well, there's buses, mailboxes, guards’ uniforms and things. Heck, even the English flag. P.L. Travers: I understand your predicament, Mr. Disney. I do. It's just… I don't know what it is, I'm suddenly very anti-red. I shan't be wearing it ever again. Walt Disney: Is this a test, Pamela? Are you requiring proof as to how much I want to make you happy, so we can create this beautiful thing together? P.L. Travers: I took you at your word, Mr. Disney, and it seems my first stipulation has been denied. There will be many more. So perhaps we should just call it quits and I... [takes out the rights] should hand you back these. Walt Disney: [faces the crew] All right. No red in the picture.

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Ralph: I got a kid. P.L. Travers: Most people do. Ralph: Jane. Yeah. Yeah. What a terrific kid. Beautiful little girl. She's got a lot of problems, though. She's handicapped, you know? She's in a wheelchair. See, and that's why I concern myself with the weather so much. Sunny day, she can sit outside in the garden. Rainy day, I gotta leave her cooped up inside. I worry about the future, but you can't do that. Only today. P.L. Travers: Mmm.

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Walt Disney: [on the phone] You know, you've never been to Disneyland, that's the happiest place on Earth. P.L. Travers: I cannot tell you how uninterested… no, positively sickened I am at the thought of going to see your dollar-printing machine. Walt Disney: Well, come on! When does anybody get to go to Disneyland with Walt Disney himself? P.L. Travers: Disappointments are to the soul what the thunderstorm is to the sky. [Walt hangs up angrily] Hello? Hello? [to herself] He hung up!

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