Bert: You've got to grind, grind, grind, at that grindstone.
Mary Poppins: A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.
Mary Poppins: First of all, I'd like to make one thing perfectly clear.
Mr. Banks: Yes?
Mary Poppins: I never explain anything.
Mrs. Banks: Though we adore men, in-di-vid-ual-ly, we agree that as a group, they're ra-ther stu-pid.
Mr. Banks: Kindly attempt not to cloud the issue with the facts.
Mr. Banks: Have this piano repaired. When I sit down to an instrument, I like to have it in tune.
Mrs. Banks: But George, you don't play.
Mr. Banks: Madam! That's entirely beside the point!
Mary Poppins: In every job that must be done, there's an element of fun. Just find the fun and--snap!!--the job's a game!
Mary Poppins: That's a piecrust promise. Easily made, easily broken.
Jane: Good morning Father! Mary Poppins taught us the most wonderful word!
Mr. Banks: What on earth are you talking about? Super-super-or whatever the infernal thing is.
Jane: It's something to say when you don't know what to say!
Mr. Banks: Yes, well. I always know what to say.