Sunday, May 2, 2004

The Incomparable Knowledge of Mary Poppins

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!

Michael: Supercalifrajilisticexpialodocious!

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.

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