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
The medicine...
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.
Oh, yes, we rang up his bank
first thing this morning.
The only thing we discovered was,
he'd been discharged last night.
No telling what he might do
in a fit of despondency.
Wouldn't hurt to have them
drag the river.
There's a nice spot there by
Suffolk Bridge. Popular with jumpers.
Really, Ellen!
He seemed to have been
a fine, stable gentleman, sir.
No hanky-panky,
if you know what I mean.
- Oh, regular habits, sir.
Well, far as anyone knows.
- The medicine go down
The medicine go down
- Just a spoonful of sugar
- It's him!
- Helps the medicine
- Or something that sounds like him.
- Go down
- Mrs Banks, could we have
a little less noise...
- on the premises? I can't make
out what the inspector's sayin'.
- In the most delightful way
Just a spoonful of sugar
- Makes the medicine go down
- George!
Oh, George, you didn't jump
in the river.
How sensible of you.
It's all right, sir.
He's been found!
No, alive!
Or so I presume.
He's a-kissin' a-Mrs. Banks.
I've been so worried.
What happened at the bank?
I've been sacked, discharged,
flung into the street.
A spoonful of sugar
makes the medicine go down
Gone off his crumpet.
That's what he's done.
- The medicine go down
- Dotty as you please.
George, what on earth
were you doing in the cellar?
You'll see in a moment.
Where are the children? Jane? Michael?
- Your father's calling you.
- It doesn't sound like Father.
- Jane? Michael?
- Run along. Spit spot!
You won't go, Mary Poppins,
will you?
Spit spot.
He mended it!
- It's wonderful!
- However did you manage it?
With tuppence for paper and strings
You can have
your own set of wings
With your feet on the ground
You're a bird in flight
With your fist holding tight
To the string of your kite
Oh, oh, oh
Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height
Let's go fly a kite
And send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go fly a kite
A proper kite needs a proper tail,
don't you think?
That's what I said, sir.
Go fly a kite!
Oh, no, sir. No,
I, I don't mean you personally.
Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height
Let's go fly a kite
And send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go fly a kite
When you send it flying up there
All at once
you're lighter than air
You can dance on the breeze
over houses and trees
With your fist holding tight
To the string of your kite
- Oh, oh, oh
- Now!
Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height
Let's go fly a kite
And send it soaring
Oh, there you are, Banks.
I want to congratulate you.
Capital bit of humour.
Wooden leg named Smith.
Or Jones or whatever it was.
Father died laughing.
- Oh, I'm so sorry, sir.
- Oh, no, nonsense.
Nothing to be sorry about.
Never seen him happier
in his life.
He left an opening
for a new partner.