their tears
And see them grateful little faces
Smilin' up at you
Because their dad
He always knows just what to do
- Well, I mean, look, I don't think I...
- Like you say, guv'nor.
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 help the medicine go down
The medicine go down
Medicine go down
Well, goodbye, guv'nor.
Sorry to have troubled you.
Father?
We're sorry about the tuppence.
We didn't know
it would cause you so much trouble.
Here, Father, you can have the tuppence.
Will that make everything all right?
Thank you.
Come in.
Take your hat off, Banks.
Good evening, gentlemen.
Well, get on with it. Go on.
Yes, Father.
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?
- Yes, sir. Yes, I think I do.
As the ship lay 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.
Precisely. The loan was defaulted.
Panic ensued within these walls.
There was a run on the bank!
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?
- I do not deny it, sir.
And I shall be only too glad
to assume responsibility for my son.
What are you waiting for?
Get on with it!
Yes, Father.
- No, not that!
- Steady on.
Well, do you have anything to say, Banks?
Well, sir, they do say that when
there's nothing to say, all you can say...
Confound it, Banks!
I said, do you have anything to say?
- Just one word, sir.
- Yes?
Supercalifragilistic-expialidocious.
What?
Supercalifragilistic-expialidocious.
Mary Poppins was right. It's extraordinary.
It does make you feel better!
What are you talking about, man?
There's no such word.
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!
Lmpertinence, sir!
Speaking of impertinence, would you like
to hear a perfectly marvelous joke?
- A real snapper!
- Joke? Snapper?
Yes. There are these two wonderful
young people, Jane and Michael.
And they meet one day on the street,
and Jane says to Michael,
"I know a man with a wooden leg
named Smith."
And Michael says, "Really?
What's the name of his other leg?"
The man's gone mad. Call the guard!
Supercalifragilistic-expialidocious.
I'm feeling better all the time!
Banks, don't you dare strike my father!
There's the tuppence.
The wonderful, fateful,
supercalifragilistic-expialidocious
tuppence.
Guard it well. Goodbye!
- Banks, where are you going?
- I don't know.
I might pop through a chalk pavement
picture and go for an outing in the country.
Or I might seize a horse
off a merry-go-round and win the Derby!
Or I might just fly a kite!
Only Poppins would know!
- Poppins?
- My nanny.
She's the one who sings
that ridiculous song.
A spoonful of sugar
makes the medicine go down
The medicine go down
The medicine go down...
Mad as a March hare.
A wooden leg named Smith.
A wooden leg named Smith.
A wooden le...
Father?
Father!
Father, come down!
Daddy! Daddy, come back!
Wind's come around,
blowing dead on from the west!
She doesn't care what happens to us.
She only promised to stay
till the wind changed.
Isn't that right, Mary Poppins?
Will you bring me my hat stand, please?
Mary Poppins, don't you love us?
And what would happen to me, may I ask,
if I loved all the children I said goodbye to?
Yes, sir, that's right.
George W Banks. 17 Cherry Tree Lane.
About six foot one, I'd say, sir.