Saving Mr. Banks Quotes
[first lines]Travers Goff: [voiceover]Winds in the east / Mist coming in / Like something is brewing / About to begin / Can't put me finger / On what lies in store / But I feel what's to happen / All happened before.
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Walt Disney: George Banks and all he stands for will be saved. Maybe not in life, but in imagination. Because that's what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.
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[Travers gives Ralph a list of people to his handicapped daughter, Jane]Ralph: Albert Einstein, Van Gogh, Roosevelt, Frida Kahlo - What is this?
P.L. Travers: They all had difficulties. Jane can do anything that anyone else can do, do you understand? [beat]
P.L. Travers: Look on the back.
Ralph: [turns it over]Walt Disney.
P.L. Travers: Deficiencies in concentration and hyperactive behavior. Explains everything!
P.L. Travers: They all had difficulties. Jane can do anything that anyone else can do, do you understand? [beat]
P.L. Travers: Look on the back.
Ralph: [turns it over]Walt Disney.
P.L. Travers: Deficiencies in concentration and hyperactive behavior. Explains everything!
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Richard Sherman: Room here for everyone / Gather around / The constable's responstible! / Now how does that sound?
P.L. Travers: No, no, no, no, no! Responstible is not a word!
Richard Sherman: We made it up.
P.L. Travers: Well, un-make it up.
Richard Sherman: [hides sheet music of Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.]
P.L. Travers: No, no, no, no, no! Responstible is not a word!
Richard Sherman: We made it up.
P.L. Travers: Well, un-make it up.
Richard Sherman: [hides sheet music of Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.]
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[last lines][Travers is at the premiere and she is crying]Walt Disney: It's all right, Mrs. Travers. It's alright. Mr. Banks is going to be all right. I promise.
P.L. Travers: No, no. It's just that - I can't, I can't abide cartoons!
P.L. Travers: No, no. It's just that - I can't, I can't abide cartoons!
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[Travers sees Disney character plush dolls in her room, including one of Winnie the Pooh]P.L. Travers: Poor A. A. Milne.
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Travers Goff: Don't you ever stop dreaming. You can be anyone you want to be.
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[Travers and Disney are at Disneyland, and Travers is on a carousel horse]Walt Disney: The boys have had an idea for your Mr. Banks. I think it'll make you happy.
P.L. Travers: You brought me all the way out here to tell me that?
Walt Disney: No. I brought you all the way out here for monetary gain. Had a wager with the boys that I couldn't get you on a ride. I just won twenty bucks!
P.L. Travers: You brought me all the way out here to tell me that?
Walt Disney: No. I brought you all the way out here for monetary gain. Had a wager with the boys that I couldn't get you on a ride. I just won twenty bucks!
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P.L. Travers: [as she throws a Mickey Mouse doll off her bed]You can stay over there until you learn the art of subtlety.
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P.L. Travers: You are the only American I have ever liked.
Ralph: May I ask why?
P.L. Travers: No.
Ralph: May I ask why?
P.L. Travers: No.
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Walt Disney: It's not the children she comes to save. It's their father. It's YOUR father, Travers Goff.
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[from trailer]Ralph: Welcome, Mrs. P.L. Travers, to the city of angels.
P.L. Travers: It smells... of...
Ralph: Jasmine?
P.L. Travers: Chlorine, and sweat.
P.L. Travers: It smells... of...
Ralph: Jasmine?
P.L. Travers: Chlorine, and sweat.
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Porter: Would you like me to unpack for you, ma'am?
P.L. Travers: Young man, if it is your ambition to handle ladies' garments, may I suggest you take employment in a launderette?
P.L. Travers: Young man, if it is your ambition to handle ladies' garments, may I suggest you take employment in a launderette?
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[last lines]Travers Goff: [voiceover]Winds in the east / Mist coming in / Like something is brewing / About to begin / Can't put me finger / On what lies in store / But I feel what's to happen / All happened before.
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Walt Disney: Look at you! I could eat you up!
P.L. Travers: That wouldn't be appropriate.
P.L. Travers: That wouldn't be appropriate.
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Ginty: [while seeing her father shave]Why do you do that?
Travers Goff: For you my dear! [He flicks the blade in the air like a swordsman]
Travers Goff: Swish! Which kind of kisses do you prefer, Gintamina? Swoosh! Scratchy ones or silky ones?
Ginty: [thinks]Silky ones.
Travers Goff: A man must shave for to spare his daughter's cheeks! Swish!
Travers Goff: For you my dear! [He flicks the blade in the air like a swordsman]
Travers Goff: Swish! Which kind of kisses do you prefer, Gintamina? Swoosh! Scratchy ones or silky ones?
Ginty: [thinks]Silky ones.
Travers Goff: A man must shave for to spare his daughter's cheeks! Swish!
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Walt Disney: I've fought this battle from her side. Pat Powers, he wanted the mouse and I didn't have a bean back then. He was this big terrifying New York producer and I was just a kid from Missouri with a sketch of Mickey, but it would've killed me to give him up. Honest to God, killed me. That mouse, he's family.
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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.
Richard Sherman: He got shot.
P.L. Travers: Hardly surprising.
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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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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!
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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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!*
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.
P.L. Travers: Maybe in you, Mr. Disney, but certainly not in me.
Walt Disney: Get on the horse, Pamela.
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Walt Disney: No whimsy or sentiment! says the woman who sends a flying nanny with a talking umbrella to save the children.
P.L. Travers: You think Mary Poppins is saving the children, Mr. Disney? [Walt and the other filmmakers are stunned silent]
P.L. Travers: Oh, dear! [Walks away]
P.L. Travers: You think Mary Poppins is saving the children, Mr. Disney? [Walt and the other filmmakers are stunned silent]
P.L. Travers: Oh, dear! [Walks away]
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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.
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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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.
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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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.
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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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.
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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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: Have you ever been to Kansas City, Mrs. Travers? Do you know Missouri at all?
P.L. Travers: I can't say I do.
Walt Disney: Well, it's mighty cold there in the winters. Bitter cold. And my dad, Elias Disney, he owned a newspaper delivery route there. A thousand papers, twice daily; a morning and an evening edition. And dad was a tough businessman. He was a save a penny any way you can type of fella, so he wouldn't employ delivery boys. No, no, no... he used me and my big brother Roy. I was eight back then, just eight years old. And, like I said, winters are harsh, and Old Elias, he didn't believe in new shoes until the old ones were worn through. And honestly, Mrs. Travers, the snowdrifts, sometimes they were up over my head and we'd push through that snow like it was molasses. The cold and wet seeping through our clothes and our shoes. Skin peeling from our faces. Sometimes I'd find myself sunk down in the snow, just waking up because I must have passed out or something, I don't know. And then it was time for school and I was too cold and wet to figure out equations and things. And then it was back out in the know again to get home just before dark. Mother would feed us dinner and then it was time to go right back out and do it again for the evening edition. You'd best be quick there, Walt. You'd better get those newspapers up on that porch and under that storm door. Poppa's gonna lose his temper again and show you the buckle end of his belt, boy. [Travers looks noticeably unsettled by his story]
Walt Disney: I don't tell you this to make you sad, Mrs. Travers. I don't. I love my life, I think it's a miracle. And I loved my dad. He was a wonderful man. But rare is the day when I don't think about that eight-year-old boy delivering newspapers in the snow and old Elias Disney with that strap in his fist. And I am just so tired, Mrs. Travers. I'm tired of remembering it *that* way. Aren't you tired, too, Mrs. Trav
P.L. Travers: I can't say I do.
Walt Disney: Well, it's mighty cold there in the winters. Bitter cold. And my dad, Elias Disney, he owned a newspaper delivery route there. A thousand papers, twice daily; a morning and an evening edition. And dad was a tough businessman. He was a save a penny any way you can type of fella, so he wouldn't employ delivery boys. No, no, no... he used me and my big brother Roy. I was eight back then, just eight years old. And, like I said, winters are harsh, and Old Elias, he didn't believe in new shoes until the old ones were worn through. And honestly, Mrs. Travers, the snowdrifts, sometimes they were up over my head and we'd push through that snow like it was molasses. The cold and wet seeping through our clothes and our shoes. Skin peeling from our faces. Sometimes I'd find myself sunk down in the snow, just waking up because I must have passed out or something, I don't know. And then it was time for school and I was too cold and wet to figure out equations and things. And then it was back out in the know again to get home just before dark. Mother would feed us dinner and then it was time to go right back out and do it again for the evening edition. You'd best be quick there, Walt. You'd better get those newspapers up on that porch and under that storm door. Poppa's gonna lose his temper again and show you the buckle end of his belt, boy. [Travers looks noticeably unsettled by his story]
Walt Disney: I don't tell you this to make you sad, Mrs. Travers. I don't. I love my life, I think it's a miracle. And I loved my dad. He was a wonderful man. But rare is the day when I don't think about that eight-year-old boy delivering newspapers in the snow and old Elias Disney with that strap in his fist. And I am just so tired, Mrs. Travers. I'm tired of remembering it *that* way. Aren't you tired, too, Mrs. Trav
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