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: 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... George Banks
: Well, look - I... Bert
: 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 dow-wown, medicine go down.
: Well, goodbye, Gov'ner. Sorry to trouble you.
[Bert exits, whistling "A Spoonful of Sugar"
: Oh, Bert, we're so frightened. Bert
: Now, now, don't take on so. Bert will take care of you. Like I was your father. Now, who's after you? Jane
: Father is. Bert
: What? Michael
: He brought us to see his bank. Jane
: I don't know what we did, but it must have been something dreadful. Michael
: He sent the police after us, and the army, and everything. Jane
: Michael, don't exaggerate. Bert
: Well now, there must be some mistake. Your dad's a fine gentleman and he loves you. Jane
: I don't think so. You should have seen the look on his face. Michael
: He doesn't like us at all. Bert
: Well now, that don't seem likely, does it? Jane
: It's true. Bert
: Let's sit down. You know, begging your pardon, but the one my heart goes out to is your father. There he is, in that cold heartless bank day after day, hammed in by mounds of cold heartless money. I don't like to see any living thing caged up. Jane
: Father in a cage? Bert
: They makes cages of all sizes and shapes, you know. Bank-shaped, some of them, carpets and all. Jane
: Father's not in trouble. We are. Bert
: Oh. Sure about that, are you? Look at it this way. You've got your mother to look after you and Mary Poppins and Constable Jones and me. Who looks after your father? Tell me that. When something terrible happens, what does he do? Fends for himself, he does. Who does he tell about it? No one. Don't blab his troubles at home. He just pushes on at his job, uncomplaining and alone and silent. Michael
: He's not very silent. Jane
: Michael, be quiet. Bert, do you think father really needs our help? Bert
: Well, it's not my place to say. I only observe that a father can always do with a bit of help. Come on, I'll take you home.
] Chim Chiminy, Chim Chiminy, Chim Chim Chiree! When you're with a 'sweep, you're in glad company. Bert
: Never was there a more happier crew, than them what sings Chim Chim Chiree Chim Chiroo! Chim Chim Chiminy Chim Chim Chiree Chim Chiroo...
] Winds in the east, mist coming in. / Like somethin' is brewin' and bout to begin. / Can't put me finger on what lies in store, / But I fear what's to happen all happened before.
: All right, I'll do it myself! Mary Poppins
: Do what? Bert
: Bit o' magic! Michael
: A bit of magic? Bert
: It's easy! Let's see... You think.
[he, Jane, and Michael do so
: You wink.
[they do so
: You do a double blink.
[they do so
: You close your eyes... and jump!
[They jump onto the drawing, nothing happens
: Is something s'posed to happen? Mary Poppins
: Bert, what utter nonsense!
[gives an exasperated sigh
] Mary Poppins
: 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 chalk picture
: 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... Penguins
: Janice, Felicia, Lydia... Bert
: ...charming! Cynthia's dashing, Vivian's sweet! Stephanie's smashing, Priscilla's a treat. Penguins
: Veronica, Millicent, Agnes, and Jane... Bert
: ...convivial company, time and again. Dorcas and Phyllis and Glynis are sorts I will agree are three jolly good sports, but cream of the crop, tip of the top - It's Mary Poppins, and there we stop!
: You know, you *can* say it backwards, which is "docious-ali-expi-istic-fragil-cali-rupus" - but that's going a bit too far, don't you think? Bert
: Now this im-posin' edifice what first meets the eye is the 'ome of Admiral Boom, late of His Majesty's Navy. Likes his house ship-shape, he does. Shipe-shape and Bristol fashion at all times!
[the Admiral blows his whistle
] Admiral Boom
: Time gun ready? Mr. Binnacle
: Ready and charged, sir. Admiral Boom
: Three minutes and six seconds. Mr. Binnacle
: Aye, aye, sir. Bert
: What he's famous for is punctuality. The whole world takes its time from Greenwich, but Greenwich, they say, takes its time from Admiral Boom.
[to Admiral Boom
: Wotcher, Admiral! Admiral Boom
: Good afternoon to you, young man. Where are you bound? Bert
: Number 17. Got some parties 'ere in town what wants to see it. Admiral Boom
: [to Binnacle
] Enter that in the log. Mr. Binnacle
: Aye, aye, sir. Admiral Boom
: A word of advice, young man: storm signals are up at number 17. Bit of heavy weather brewing there. Bert
: Thanks, sir. Keep an eye skinned.
: Here we are, 17 Cherry Tree Lane, home of George Banks Esquire.
[screaming and shouting is heard from the house
: 'Ello, 'ello, 'ello! Admiral's right: heavy weather brewin' at number 17 and no mistake.
: All right, ladies an' gents! Comical poem! Suitable for the occasion, extemporized and thought up before your very eyes! All right, 'ere we go!
: Room 'ere for everyone. Gather around.
: The constable - responstable! Now 'ow does that sound?
[dashes over to Miss Lark, sings
: 'Ello, Miss Lark, I've got one for you.
: Miss Lark... likes to walk... in the park... with Andrew!
[Andrew barks, then Bert tips his hat to him
: Hello, Andrew.
[turns to Mrs. Corry, sings
: Ah, Mrs. Corry, a story for you.
: Your daughters were shorter than you - but they grew!
] He traveled all around the world, and everywhere he went, he'd use his word, and all would say, "There goes a clever gent!" Bert
] When dukes or maharajahs pass the time o' day wi' me, I say me special word and then they ask me out to tea! Mary Poppins
: Oh, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious, if you say it loud enough, you'll always sound precocious! Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
: Bert'll take care of you; like I was your own father. Now, who's after you? Jane
: Father is. Bert
: It reminds me of me brother. He got a nice cushy job at a watch factory. Uncle Albert
: At a watch factory? What does he do? Bert
: He stands about all day... and makes faces! Uncle Albert
: [laughing hysterically
] He makes faces in a watch factory!
: Uncle Albert, I got a jolly joke I saved for just such an occasion. Would you like to hear it? Uncle Albert
] I'd be so grateful. Bert
: Well it's about me granddad, see, and one night he has a nightmare. He was so scared, he chewed his pillow to bits. Bits. In the morning, I says, "How you feel, Granddad?" He says, "Oh, not bad. A little down in the mouth."
[Bert laughs, Uncle Albert sobs harder
: I always say there's nothing like a good joke. Uncle Albert
] No, and that was nothing like a good joke.
: [about his chalk drawings
] Not Royal Academy, I suppose. Still better than a finger in the eye, ain't they?
: What did I tell ya? There's the whole world at your feet. And who gets to see it but the birds, the stars, and the chimney sweeps.
: Goodbye, Mary Poppins, don't stay away too long.
: Bert'll take care of you, just like I was your own father. Now who's after you? Jane
: Father is.
: [watching Bert, Albert, Jane, and Michael laugh together on the ceiling
] Why, it's the most disgraceful sight I've ever seen, or my name isn't Mary Poppins. Bert
: Speakin' o' names, I know a man with a wooden leg named Smith. Uncle Albert
: What's the name of his other leg?
[he, Bert, Jane, and Michael laugh
: Up where the smoke is all billowed and curled / 'Tween pavement and stars is the chimney sweep world / When there's hardly no day, nor hardly no night / There's things half in shadow and halfway in light / On the rooftops of London / Coo, what a sight!
: A typical English countryside, as done by a true and loving hand. Though you can't see it, there's a little country fair down that road and over the hill.