Mary Poppins Page #11

Mr. Banks:

They wish to open an account, sir.

Mr. Dawes:

Oh, indeed?

Mr. Banks:

Yes.

Mr. Dawes:

And just how much money do you have, young man?

Michael:

Tuppence. But I want it to feed the birds.

Mr. Banks:

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Tuppence? Tuppence? Precisely how I started.

Mr. Banks:

That's the chairman of the bank, the elder Mr. Dawes. A giant in the world of finance.

Michael:

A giant?

Mr. Banks:

Shh, shh, shh.

Mr. Dawes:

Uh, Father, these are Banks's children. They want to open an account.

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Oh, they do, do they, boy? Excellent. Excellent. We can al-always use, al-always use more

money to, to put to work for the bank, can't we, boy?

So, you have tuppence? May I be permitted to see it?

Michael:

No. I want it to feed the birds!

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Fiddlesticks, boy! Feed the birds and what have you got? Fat birds!

But if you invest your tuppence

Wisely in the bank

Safe and sound

Soon that tuppence safely invested in the bank

Will compound

And you'll achieve that sense of conquest

As your affluence expands

In the hands of the directors

Who invest as propriety demands

Mr. Banks:

May I, sir?

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Carry on, Banks.

Mr. Banks:

You see, Michael, you'll be part of...

Railways through Africa

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Exactly!

Mr. Banks:

Dams across the Nile

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

The ships. Tell them about the ships.

Mr. Banks:

Fleets of ocean Greyhounds

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

More, tell them more!

Mr. Banks:

Majestic self-amortizing canals

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Oh, it fires the imagination!

Mr. Banks:

Plantations of ripening tea all from

Bank Directors:

Tuppence prudently thriftily, frugally

Invested in the

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

To be specific

Bank Directors:

In the Dawes, Tomes Mousley, Grubbs, Fidelity Fiduciary Bank

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Very well, my boy, give me the money.

Michael:

No, I won't! I want it to feed the birds.

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Banks!

Mr. Banks:

Yes, sir. Now, Michael.

When you deposit tuppence in a bank account

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Go on!

Mr. Banks:

Soon you'll see

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Tell him more!

Mr. Banks:

That it blooms into credit of a generous amount semi-annually

Bank Directors:

And you'll achieve that sense of stature

As your influence expands

To the high financial strata

That established credit now commands

Mr. Dawes (Snr) & Directors::

You can purchase first and second trust deeds. Think of the foreclosures! Bonds, chattels,

dividends, shares. Bankruptcies. Debtor sales. Opportunities. All manner of private enterprise.

Shipyards. The mercantile. Collieries. Tanneries. Corporations. Amalgamations.

Banks!

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

While stand the banks of England, England stands. Oh, oh, oh, oh! When fall the banks of

England, England falls!

Mr. Banks:

You see, Michael? All for the lack of...

Bank Directors:

Tuppence patiently, cautiously trustingly invested in the

To be specific in the Dawes, Tomes, Mousley, Grubbs, Fidelity Fiduciary Bank

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Welcome to our joyful family of investors.

Michael:

Give it back! Gimme back my money!

Mr. Banks:

Michael, behave.

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Banks!

Michael:

Give it to me!

Mr. Banks:

Michael, behave.

Michael:

Jane! Jane! Gimme back my money!

Mr. Banks:

Jane! Michael! Michael! Michael!

Michael:

Gimme back my money!

Mr. Banks:

Michael!

Client 1:

There's something wrong. The bank won't give someone their money!

Client 2:

Well, I'm going to get mine! Come along, young man! I want every penny!

Client 3:

And mine, too!

Client 4:

And give me mine, too!

Banker:

Stop all payments. Stop all payments.

Mr. Banks:

Michael! Jane!

Michael:

Give me my money!

Mr. Banks:

Children, come back here.

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Stop those children.

Mr. Banks:

Jane! Michael!

Micheal:

Gimme my money back! I want my money! Come on.

Director:

Stop those children! Stop those children!

Old Woman:

Come with me, my dears. Granny'll hide you!

Bert:

Here, here, half a mo.

Michael:

Leave her alone! Leave my sister alone!

Bert:

Easy, now. Your old friend ain't gonna hurt ya.

Jane:

Bert, it's you!

Bert:

In the flesh, and at your service.

Michael:

You're filthy!

Bert:

Oh, perhaps a smudge or two. It so happens that today I'm a chimney sweep.

Jane:

Oh, Bert, we're so frightened.

Bert:

Now, now, don't take on so. Bert'll take care of you like I was your own father. Now, who's after

you?

Jane:

Father is.

Bert:

What?

Michael:

He brought us to see his bank.

Bert:

I don't know what we did, but it must've been something dreadful.

Michael:

He sent the police after us, and the army and everything.

Jane:

Michael, don't exaggerate.

Bert:

Well, now, there must be some mistake. Your dad's a fine gentleman and he loves ya!

Jane:

I don't think so. You should've seen the look on his face.

Michael:

He doesn't like us at all.

Bert:

Well, now that don't seem likely, does it?

Jane:

It's true.

Bert:

Let's sit down. You know, begging your pardon, but the one my heart goes out to is your father.

There he is in that cold, heartless bank day after day, hemmed in by mounds of cold, heartless

money. I don't like to see any living thing caged up.

Jane:

Father in a cage?

Bert:

They makes cages in all sizes and shapes, you know. Bank-shaped some of 'em, carpets and

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