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Saving Mr. Banks

Walt Disney: You know, you've never been to Disneyland, that's the happiest place on earth.
P.L. Travers: I cannot begin to tell you how uninterested - no, positively sickened I am at the thought of visiting your dollar-printing machine.
Walt Disney: Well, for crying out loud! 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 air.
[Disney hangs up angrily]
P.L. Travers: [offended] Hello? Hello? He hung up!

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P.L. Travers: [On Walt Disney adapting Mary Poppins] I know what he's going to do to her. She'll be cavorting, and twinkling, careening towards a happy ending like a kamikaze.

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[Travers sees Robert Sherman walk out of the room with a cane]
P.L. Travers: What is wrong with his leg?
Richard Sherman: He got shot.
P.L. Travers: Hardly surprising.

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Saving Mr. Banks

Walt Disney: Please sit down.
P.L. Travers: I shall not sit in the seat of a trickster! A fraudster! A sneak!
Walt Disney: Mrs. Travers, what in the world has upset you so?
P.L. Travers: Penguins have very much upset me! Animated, dancing penguins! Now, you have seduced me with the music, Mr Disney, yes, you

have. Those Sherman boys have quite turned my head but I shall NOT be moved on the matter of *cartoons!*

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Walt Disney: There's no greater joy than that seen through the eyes of a child, and there's a little bit of a child in all of us.
P.L. Travers: Maybe in you, Mr. Disney, but certainly not in me.
Walt Disney: Get on the horse, Pamela.

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Don DaGradi: [to Travers] so this is the rest of your team, Dick and Bob Sherman! Music and lyrics.
[to the Shermans]
Don DaGradi: 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]
P.L. Travers: It's a pleasure to meet you. I fear we shan't be acquainted for very long.
Richard Sherman: 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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P.L. Travers: [reading the script] 'Scene one, exterior, Seventeen Cherry Tree Lane, Day.' Yes, that's good. That can stay.
Richard Sherman: That's just a scene heading.
P.L. Travers: Though I do think we should say 'Number Seventeen,' instead of just 'Seventeen.'
Don DaGradi, Robert

Sherman: No one's going to see it!
P.L. Travers: *I* will see it.

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Travers Goff: This world is just an illusion, Ginty, ol' 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. Money, money, money, don't you buy into, Ginty. It'll bite you on the bottom.

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Walt Disney, Richard Sherman: [singing] My world was calm, well ordered, exemplary / Then came this person, with chaos in her wake /And now my life's ambitions go with one fell blow / It's quite a bitter pill to take.
Walt Disney: Inspired by someone we know?
Richard Sherman: [feigning innocence] You'd have to

ask Bob.

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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 you think 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: Huh. Okey-dokey.
P.L. Travers: The rain brings life.
Ralph: So does the sun.
P.L. Travers: Be

quiet!
Ralph: Yes, ma'am.

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Walt Disney: Well, Pamela Travers! Oh, my dear gal, you can't tell how excited I am to finally meet you...
P.L. Travers: It's an honour, Mr. Disney.
Walt Disney: Oh, Walt, now, you gotta call me Walt.

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P.L. Travers: The rumor is that this is to be your Mr. Van Dyke, is it?
Richard Sherman: We hope so.
P.L. Travers: Hmm. We'll see about that, he's totally wrong. Totally and utterly.
Robert Sherman: Dick is one of the greats!
P.L. Travers: Dick Van Dyke? Robert, my dear, Olivier is one

of the greats. Burton, Guinness, greats without question. I can assure you...
P.L. Travers: [speaking into the tape recorder] ... Dick Van Dyke is *NOT!*

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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 and mailboxes and guard's uniforms and things - Heck, 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...
[She takes out the rights]
P.L. Travers: - should hand you back these.
[pause. Disney faces his crew]
Walt Disney: All right. No red in the picture.

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Walt Disney: You look at me and you see some kind of Hollywood King Midas. You think I've built and empire and I want your Mary Poppins as just another brick in my kingdom.
P.L. Travers: And don't you?
Walt Disney: Now, if that's all it was, would I have suckered up to a stubborn, cranky dame like you for twenty years? No, I'd have

saved myself an ulcer.

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Saving Mr. Banks

P.L. Travers: Aren't you going to pour it for us?
Polly: You're perfectly capable of pouring it your self.
P.L. Travers: She's quite the worst maid I've ever had.
Diarmuid Russell: So why do you keep her?
P.L. Travers: I don't know. She reminds me of me.

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Saving Mr. Banks

P.L. Travers: Why did you have to make him so cruel? He was not a monster!
Don DaGradi: Who are we talking about? I'm confused.
P.L. Travers: You all have children, yes? And do those children make letters for you? Do they write letters? Do they make you drawings? And would you tear up those gifts in front of them? It's a dreadful

thing to do. I don't understand. Why must Father tear up the advertisement his children have made and throw it in the fireplace? Why won't he mend their kite? Why have you made him so unspeakably awful? "In glorious Technicolor"? "For all the world to see"? If you claim to make them live, why can't he... they live well? I can't bear it. Please don't. Please don't. I feel like I let him down again.


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P.L. Travers: [on finding a first name for Mrs. Banks] I will not have her called Cynthia, absolutely not. It feels unlucky. It should be something warm, a bit sexy. How about Mavis?

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Saving Mr. Banks

Walt Disney: [preparing tea] And a spoonful of sugar?
P.L. Travers: No, I think I'll have whiskey.

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Saving Mr. Banks

Walt Disney: I have my own Mr. Banks. Mine had a mustache.
P.L. Travers: [sarcastically] So it's not true that Disney created man in his own image?
Walt Disney: No, but it is true that you created yourself in someone else, yes?

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P.L. Travers: [At the airport, seeing a sign that say "Walt Disney presents P. L. Travers"] Oh, he does, does he?