Saving Mr. Banks Page #2

may I suggest you take

employment in a launderette.

Odd.

Odd, Odd.

Oh, dear.

For heaven's sake.

What on earth is...

How...

What on...

No, no, no. This will never do.

Absolutely no pears.

No pears.

A palace.

Complete with mighty steed.

And chickens.

Oh, my.

Oh, we'll make beautiful

memories here, my angel.

Come on.

- All right?

- Mmm.

Girls. Come on.

In this house, you get to share a room!

Good riddance.

Now...

I'll take care of this.

How old do they think I am?

Five years old, or something.

Poor A.A. Milne.

Ghastly business.

Duck, dog' out.

Much better.

And you can stay there until

you learn the art of subtlety.

Oh!

Lassie!

Ah!

There you are.

Don't worry.

There's nothing wrong

with your television set.

This is a pixie bell.

The sound is much too high

for human ears.

Oh!

There you are, Tink.

Hey!

Hey! Get that stuff off of me!

You know, if you're familiar

with our story of Peter Pan,

you know a little sprinkling

of Tinker Bell's fairy dust

can make you y. Huh.

Where are you going, Tink?

Haven't you forgotten something?

Off!

That's how we deal with you.

Good morning, Mrs.

It's not "Mrs. " It's...

Never mind.

We're just not going

to get it right, are we?

What's that?

Will it be the same driver every day?

Yes, ma'am. lam all yours.

Hey, sun came out again.

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.

Certainly is.

I'd so much rather be

accountable for the rain.

Oh, that's sad.

Sad is entirely the wrong emotion.

I shan't bother explaining why.

It would just... Zip!

Huh. Okey-dokey.

The rain brings life.

So does the sun.

Be quiet.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll get that, sir.

- Got it?

- Yes, sir.

Good morning, Pamela.

It is so discomfiting

to hear a perfect stranger

use my first name.

"Mrs. Travers," please.

I do apologize, Mrs. Travers.

I'm Don DaGradi, the scriptwriter.

Co-scriptwriter.

I shall certainly

be having my say, Mr. DiGradi.

"DaGradi. "

Uh... Wonderful, I welcome your input.

If, indeed' we ever sign off on a script.

Right. Um...

This is the rest of your team.

This is Dick and Bob Sherman,

music and lyrics.

Boys' the one and only

Mrs. P.L. Travers.

The creator of our beloved Mary.

- Poppins.

- Who else?

"Mary Poppins. " Never, ever just "Mary. "

- it's a pleasure to meet you.

Hello.

I fear we shan't be

acquainted for very long.

Why is that?

Because these books simply

do not lend themselves

to chirping and prancing.

No, it's certainly not a musical.

Now, where is Mr. Disney?

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