Saving Mr. Banks
Saving Mr. Banks

[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.

Saving Mr. Banks
Saving Mr. Banks

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.

Saving Mr. Banks
Saving Mr. Banks

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."]

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Saving Mr. Banks

[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!

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Saving Mr. Banks

[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!

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Saving Mr. Banks

Travers Goff: Don't you ever stop dreaming. You can be anyone you want to be.

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Saving Mr. Banks

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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Saving Mr. Banks

[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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Saving Mr. Banks

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!

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Saving Mr. Banks

[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!

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Saving Mr. Banks

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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Saving Mr. Banks

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]

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Saving Mr. Banks

P.L. Travers: You are the only American I have ever liked.
Ralph: May I ask why?
P.L. Travers: No.

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Saving Mr. Banks

[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.

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Saving Mr. Banks

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?

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Saving Mr. Banks

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 snow 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. Travers? Now we all have our sad tales, buy don't you want to finish the story? Let it all go and have a life that isn't dictated by the past? It's not the children she comes to save. It's their father. It's *your* father... Travers Goff.
P.L. Travers: I don't know what you think you know about me, Walter...

Walt Disney: You must have loved and admired him a lot to take his name. It's him this is all about, isn't it? All of it, everything. Forgiveness, Mrs. Travers, it's what I learned from your books.
P.L. Travers: I don't have to forgive my father. He was a wonderful man.
Walt Disney: No... you need to forgive Helen Goff. Life is a

harsh sentence to lay down for yourself.

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Saving Mr. Banks

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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Saving Mr. Banks

Walt Disney: Look at you! I could eat you up!
P.L. Travers: That wouldn't be appropriate.

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Saving Mr. Banks

[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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Saving Mr. Banks

P.L. Travers: It is blasphemy to drink tea from a paper cup.