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Mr. Banks (Character)
from Mary Poppins (1964)

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Mary Poppins (1964)
[On the failure of their previous nanny]
Mrs. Banks: I'm sorry, dear, but when I chose Katie Nana, I thought she would be firm with the children. She looked so solemn and cross.
George Banks: My dear, never confuse efficiency with a liver complaint.

Mr. Banks: [singing] I feel a surge of deep satisfaction, much as a king astride his noble steed.
Mr. Banks: Thank you.
Mr. Banks: When I return from daily strife, to hearth and wife, how pleasant is the life I lead!
Mrs. Banks: Dear, it's about the children...
Mr. Banks: Yes, yes, yes.
Mr. Banks: I run my home precisely on schedule. At 6:01, I march through my door. My slippers, sherry, and pipe are due at 6:02. Consistent is the life I lead!
Mrs. Banks: George, they're missing!
Mr. Banks: Splendid, splendid.
Mr. Banks: It's grand to be an Englishman in 1910! King Edward's on the throne, it's the age of men! I'm the lord of my castle, the sovereign, the liege!
Mr. Banks: I treat my subjects, servants, children, wife with a firm but gentle hand, noblesse oblige.
Mr. Banks: It's 6:03, and the heirs to my dominion are scrubbed and tubbed, and adequately fed. And so I'll pat them on the head, and send them off to bed. Ah, lordly is the life I lead!
Mr. Banks: Winifred, where are the children?
Mrs. Banks: They're not here, dear.
Mr. Banks: What? Well, of course they're here! Where else would they be?

Mrs. Banks: But you're always saying that you wanted a cheerful and pleasant household.
Mr. Banks: Winifred, I should like to make a slight differentiation between the word cheerful and just plain giddy irresponsibility.

Mrs. Banks: As a matter of fact, since you hired Mary Poppins, the most extraordinary things seem to have come over the household.
Mr. Banks: Is that so?
Mrs. Banks: Take Ellen, for instance. She hasn't broken a dish all morning.
Mr. Banks: Really? Well, that is extraordinary.

Bert: You're a man of high position, esteemed by your peers.
Bert: 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...
George Banks: Well, look - I...
Bert: Say no more, Gov'ner.
Bert: 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 dow-wown, medicine go down.
Bert: Well, goodbye, Gov'ner. Sorry to trouble you.
[Bert exits, whistling "A Spoonful of Sugar"]

George Banks: [singing] A British bank is run with precision. A British home requires nothing less! Tradition, discipline, and rules must be the tools! Without them: disorder, catastrophe! Anarchy! In short, you have a ghastly mess!

Jane: [reading advertisement for a new nanny] "Wanted: a nanny for two adorable children."
George Banks: Adorable. Well that's debatable, I must say.
Jane: [singing] If you want this choice position, have a cheery disposition...
George Banks: Jane, I don't...
Jane: Rosy cheeks, no warts...
Michael: That's the part I put in!
Jane: Play games, all sorts. You must be kind, you must be witty, very sweet, and fairly pretty...
George Banks: Well of all the ridiculous...!
Mrs. Banks: George, please!
Jane: Take us on outings, give us treats, sing songs, bring sweets. Never be cross or cruel. Never give us castor oil or gruel. Love us as a son and daughter, and never smell of barley water.
Michael: I put that in, too!
Jane: If you won'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. Hurry, nanny! Many thanks! Sincerely...
Jane, Michael: Jane and Michael Banks!

Mrs. Banks: Oh, George, you didn't jump into the river. How sensible of you!
[Mr. Banks kisses her]
Constable Jones: [into phone] It's all right, sir, he's been found! No, *alive*! Or so I presume, he's a-kissin' the Mrs. Banks.
Mrs. Banks: I've been so worried, what happened at the ba...
[Mr. Banks picks her up and whirls her around]
Mr. Banks: I've been sacked! Discharged! Flung into the street!
Mr. Banks: A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down! Tra-la-laaa-lalalalala!
Ellen: Gone off his crumpet, that's what he's done. Dotty as you please.

Mr. Dawes Sr.: Well, do you have anything to say, Banks?
George Banks: Well, sir, they do say that when there's nothing to say, all you can say...
[He feels Michael's tuppence in his pocket, takes it out and looks at it]
Mr. Dawes Sr.: Confound it, Banks! I said do you have anything to say?
George Banks: [begins giggling hysterically] Just one word, sir...
Mr. Dawes Sr.: Yes?
George Banks: Supercallifragilisticexpialidocious!
Mr. Dawes Sr.: What?
George Banks: Supercallifragilisticexpialidocious! Mary Poppins was right, it's extraordinary! It *does* make you feel better! Hee hee hee hee!
Mr. Dawes Sr.: What are you talking about, man? There's no such word!
George Banks: Oh yes! It is a word! A perfectly good word! Actually, do you know what there's no such thing as? It turns out, with due respect, when all is said and done, that there's no such thing as YOU!

Mr. Banks: Just a moment, Mary Poppins. What is the meaning of this outrage?
Mary Poppins: I beg your pardon?
Mr. Banks: Will you be good enough to explain all this?
Mary Poppins: First of all, I would like to make one thing quite clear.
Mr. Banks: Yes?
Mary Poppins: I never explain anything.

George Banks: Kindly do not attempt to cloud the issue with facts.

George Banks: [singing] A man has dreams of walking with giants. To carve his niche in the edifice of time. Before the mortar of his seal has a chance to congeal... The cup is dashed from his lips! The flame is snuffed a-borning... He's brought to wrack and ruin in his prime.

Mr. Banks: [singing] With tuppence for paper and strings, you can have your own set of wings! With your feet on the ground you're a bird in flight, with your fist holding tight to the string of your kite! Oh, oh, oh, let's go fly a kite, up to the highest height! Let's go fly a kite, and send it soaring! Up through the atmosphere, up where the air is clear! Oh, let's go... fly a kite!

Mr. Dawes Jr: In 1773, an official of this bank unwisely loaned a large sum of money to finance a shipment of tea to the American colonies. Do you know what happened?
George W. Banks: Yes, sir. Yes, I think I do. As the ship lay anchored in Boston Harbor, a party of the colonists dressed as red Indians boarded the vessel, behaved very rudely, and threw all the tea overboard. This made the tea unsuitable for drinking. Even for Americans.
Mr. Dawes Jr: Precisely. The loan was defaulted. Panic ensued within these walls. There was a run on the bank.
Mr. Dawes Sr.: From that time to this, sir, there has not been a run on this bank - UNTIL TODAY. A run, sir, caused by the disgraceful conduct of your son. Do you deny it?
George W. Banks: I do not deny it, sir, and I shall gladly assume responsibility for my son.

Mary Poppins: I beg your pardon, are you ill?
George Banks: I hope not.

Jane: Good morning, father!
George W. Banks: [grumbles] 'Morning.
Jane: Mary Poppins taught us the most wonderful word!
Michael: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
George W. Banks: What on Earth are you talking about, supercal... super... or whatever the infernal thing is?
Jane: It's something to say when you don't know what to say.
George W. Banks: Yes, well, I always know what to say.

George Banks: [Going to see the bank] Remember that the bank is a quiet and decorous place, and we must be on our best behavior.
Michael: But I thought it was your bank.
George Banks: Yes, well, I'm one of the junior officers, so in a sense it is. Sort of.

George Banks: Shut the window. That bird is giving me a headache.
Ellen: Yes sir.
[to the bird]
Ellen: Quiet! You're giving the master a headache!

George Banks: I suggest you have this piano repaired. When I sit down to an instrument, I like to have it in tune.
Mrs. Banks: But, George, you don't play.
George Banks: Madam, that is entirely beside the point!

Mrs. Banks: I'll try to do better next time.
Mr. Banks: Next time? My dear, you've engaged six nannies in the last four months. And they've all been unqualified disasters.

George Banks: [singing] These silly words, like...
[speaks and stammers]
George Banks: Superca... superca... superca...
Mary Poppins: Supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.
George Banks: Yes, well done! You said it!

Mr. Dawes Jr: Ah, there you are, Banks. I want to congratulate you. Capital bit of humor, wooden leg named Smith!
[pauses looks a bit confused]
Mr. Dawes Jr: Or, Jones, whatever it was. Father died laughing!
George Banks: Oh, I'm so sorry, sir!
Mr. Dawes Jr: Oh no, nonsense, nothing to be sorry about! Never seen him happier in his life. He left an opening for a new partner.
[puts a new carnation into Banks' buttonhole]
Mr. Dawes Jr: Congratulations.
George Banks: Oh thank you, sir, thank you very much indeed!
[kisses Mrs. Banks]

Mr. Banks: You see, Michael, you'll be part of Railways through Africa.
Mr. Dawes Sr.: Exactly.
Mr. Banks: Dams across the Nile.
Mr. Dawes Sr.: The ships, tell them about the ships.
Mr. Banks: Fleets of ocean greyhounds.
Mr. Dawes Sr.: More, tell them more!
Mr. Banks: Majestic self-amortizing canals.
Mr. Dawes Sr.: Oh, it fires the imagination!
Mr. Banks: [singing] Plantations of ripening tea all from...
Mr. Banks, Mr. Dawes Sr., Mr. Dawes Jr, Mr. Tomes, Mr. Mousley, Mr. Grubbs: [singing] Tuppence: prudently, thriftily, frugally invested in the...
Mr. Dawes Sr.: To be specific...
Mr. Banks, Mr. Dawes Sr., Mr. Dawes Jr, Mr. Tomes, Mr. Mousley, Mr. Grubbs: [singing] In the Dawes, Tomes, Mousley, Grubbs, Fidelity Fiduciary Bank.

Mr. Banks: What's all this? What's all this? What's all this? What's all this?

Mary Poppins: You *are* the father of Jane and Michael Banks, are you not?
Mary Poppins: I said, you *are* the father of Jane and Michael Banks.
Mr. Banks: Well, really - yes, of course. And you brought your references, I presume; may I see them?
Mary Poppins: Oh, I make it a point never to give references. a very old-fashioned idea, to my mind.
Mr. Banks: Is that so? We'll have to see about that one then, won't we?
Mary Poppins: Now the, the qualifications... item one: a cheery disposition. I am *never* cross. Item two: rosy cheeks... obviously. Item three: play games, all sorts. Well, I'm sure the children'll find my games *extremely* diverting.
Mr. Banks: Now this paper, where did you get it from? I - I thought I tore it up.
Mary Poppins: Excuse me. Item four: you must be kind. I *am* kind, but *extremely* firm.
[looking suspicious]
Mary Poppins: Have you lost something.
Mr. Banks: [banging his head against the fireplace flue] Ah! Yes, you see... I thought that...

Mary Poppins: [reading the advertisement] Now about my wages; the reference here is very obscure.
George Banks: [dazed] Very obscure.
Mary Poppins: We must be clear on that point, mustn't we?
George Banks: Yes, we must indeed.
Mary Poppins: I shall require every second Tuesday off.
George Banks: Every Tuesday.
[Banks stares into the fireplace]
Mary Poppins: On second thoughts, I believe a trial period would be wise.
Mary Poppins: [looks closely at him] Hmm. I'll give you one week - I'll know by then.

George Banks: [Banks is unaware that the other nannies have disappeared] Ellen?
Ellen: Yes sir?
George Banks: Tell the other applicants they may go, the position has been filled.
Ellen: The others, sir?
George Banks: Yes, the others! How many nannies does she think we need in this house?
[Ellen opens the door; the only one outside is the dog Andrew]
Ellen: [to Andrew] The position has been filled.

Ellen: Coo, there's a whole queue of nannies outside, sir. Shall I show them in?
Mr. Banks: Ellen, I said 8:00 and 8:00 it shall jolly well be. You see? 12 seconds to go. 10... 9... 8...
Mrs. Banks: Posts! 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1!
Mr. Banks: Ellen, it is now 8:00.
Ellen: Yes, sir.
Mr. Banks: I have told you time and time again, Ellen, that I dislike being hurried into things.