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And they'll sing in grateful chorus - "well done"

Katie Nanna:

Mrs. Banks.

Mrs. Banks:

"Well done"

Katie Nanna:

Mrs. Banks.

Mrs. Banks:

"Well done, Sister Suf--"

Katie Nanna:

Mrs. Banks!

Mrs. Banks:

What is it, Katie Nanna?

Katie Nanna:

Mrs. Banks, I have something to say to you.

Mrs. Banks:

Where are the children?

Katie Nanna:

The children, madam, to be precise, are not here. They've disappeared again.

Mrs. Banks:

Katie Nanna, this is really too careless of you. Doesn't it make the third time this week?

Katie Nanna:

The fourth, madam. And I for one have had my fill of it. I'm not one to speak ill of the children,

but--

Mrs. Banks:

Oh, please, when do you expect them home?

Katie Nanna:

I really couldn't say. And now if you'd be good enough to compute my wages, I'll--

Mrs. Banks:

Oh, gracious, Katie Nanna! You're not leaving? What will Mr. Banks say? He's going to be cross

enough as it is to come home and find the children missing. Ellen, put these things away. You

know how the cause infuriates Mr. Banks.

Ellen:

Yes, ma'am.

Mrs. Banks:

Katie Nanna, I beseech you. Please reconsider. Think of the children. Think of Mr. Banks. He

was just beginning to get used to you.

Admiral Boom:

Posts, everyone! Four, three, two, one. Fire!

Mrs. Banks:

Katie Nanna, I do beseech you--

Katie Nanna:

My wages, if you please.

Mr. Banks:

Bit early tonight, aren't you, admiral?

Admiral Boom:

Nonsense. Bang on the dot, as usual. How are things in the world of finance?

Mr. Banks:

Never better. Money's sound. Credit rates are moving up, up, up. And the British pound is the

admiration of the world.

Admiral Boom:

Good man.

Mr. Banks:

How do things look from where you stand?

Admiral Boom:

Bit chancy, I'd say. The wind's coming up and the glass is falling. - don't like the look of it.

Mr. Banks:

Good, good, good.

Admiral Boom:

Banks, shouldn't wonder if you weren't steering into a nasty piece of weather. Banks! Do you

hear me?

Mr. Banks:

Hello, Katie Nanna. That must be heavy. Allow me.

Katie Nanna:

Hmph!

Mr. Banks:

What a very pretty hat.

I feel a surge of deep satisfaction

Much as a king astride his noble steed - thank you.

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.

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

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