Saving Mr. Banks Page #3
I do think it's best.
I have the most practice.
Readings of my books, you know?
Absolutely.
Anyway. "Scene 1. Exterior.
"17 Cherry Tree Lane, London. Day. "
Yes, that's good. That can stay.
That's just the scene heading.
Although, I do think we should say
"Number 17," instead of just"17."
It's proper, yes?
No one's gonna see it.
I will see it.
Write it down.
Write it down. Chop, chop.
Is that on the tape? Have we got that?
Uh... Yes.
Very good. Onwards.
I'm sorry to interrupt.
Is that a joke?
Excuse me?
Do you think you are a comedienne?
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
Well, it's...
Unbelievable.
In the way.
Dolly, I think we're all set with food.
Thank you.
"Scene 1. Exterior.
"Number 17,
Cherry Tree Lane, London. Day. "
"Bert. a one-man. "
Oh, the rumor is
that this is to be your Mr. Van Dyke.
- Is that right?
- We do hope so.
Well, we'll see about that.
It's a horrid idea.
Dick is one of the greats.
Dick Van Dyke?
Yes.
Robert, my dear.
Olivier is one of the greats.
Burton, Guinness,
greats without question.
I can assure... I can assure you
that Dick Van Dyke is not.
Dick Van Dyke.
Uh... "Bert, a one-man band,
plays to a small gathering
"outside the gates to the park.
"Bert... Yes, Ben says... "
You can do Bert.
- Thank you. Um...
- Go on.
Guys, shall we
give it a whirl?
What's happening?
What are you doing?
"All right, ladies and gents,
"comical poem
"suitable for the occasion.
"Extemporized and thought up
before your very eyes.
"All right, here we go. "
Room here for everyone
Gather around
The Constable's responstable
Now, how does that sound?
No, no, no! No, no, no!
"Responstable"
is not a word.
We made it up.
Well, un-make it up.
"Responstable. "
There's my girl.
Here's a good boy. Come on.
That's it, Albert, give Ginty a smooch.
There you go. There you go.
Oh.
Poor old Albert.
He's your secret uncle, you know.
But a miserable' horrid witch
turned him into a nag.
Why did she do that?
She said she hated
the sound of his laugh.
Poor Uncle Albert.
Yeah.
How can we fix him?
We have to teach the witch
to be happy again.
How?
Well,
I'm not quite sure, darling.
Do you want to know
what it feels like to y, Ginty?
Come on. Albert, you old nag.
Come here.
Up you come.
Three, two, one.
- Do you trust me?
- Yes.
Nobody walks.
Beautiful, ain't it?
If you like that sort of thing.
I do.
We do find
it's helpful to have a visual.
Plus, it's fun.
Oh, no, no. No, no. Goodness me, no.
No?
The Banks' house
doesn't look like that. No, no.
Mmm-mmm.
with a pink door, white-bricked,
with a crack in the gable.
Okay, we get it. The house
is not what you pictured.
The windows are lead-lined
and the ower boxes grow
pink nasturtiums to
go with the pink door.
Have we got that?
Oh, dear, it's all a big mistake.
It's all wrong.
It's all wrong?
Well, it's too grand!
The Banks are normal,
everyday sort of people,
and this isn't normal.
This isn't "everyday. "
They're not aristocrats.
OKEY-
Oh.
Do I even have to say it?
I'm afraid so.
Why in the world
have "you made Mrs. Banks
a silly suffragette?
would agree with that adjective.
Quite possibly, looking back.
It does seem strange
that Mrs. Banks allows her kids
to spend all of their time with the nanny,
when she doesn't have a job to speak of.
Are you calling Mrs. Banks neglectful?
- Yep.
- No, of course not.
We just thought that giving her a job
would go some way to explain...
Being a mother is a job.
It's a very difficult job,
and one that not everyone is up to.
One that not everyone
should have taken on
in the first place.
And I won't have her called "Cynthia. "
Absolutely not. It feels...
It feels unlucky.
It needs to be something warm.
Something a bit, I don't know, sexy.
How about "Mavis"?
Uh...
- "Sybil"'?
- Great.
- "Prudence"?
- "Gwendolyn"?
- Perfect.
- "Winifred. "
"Winifred?" "Winifred. "
I could go with "Winifred. "
That's because it's very good.
This isn't Mr. Banks.
This isn't... This isn't him.
Uh, yes' that's Mr. Banks.
But he has a set of mustaches.
In the book, he has them.
I told the illustrator I did
not like the facial hair,
Now this time around, this is my film,
and I shall have my way.
Mrs. Travers, this is
a specific request from Walt.
Why?
- Well, I think he identifies...
- He didn't, he doesn't.
Mr. Banks is clean-shaven.
Does it matter?
Bob...
Does it matter?
Bob...
You can wait outside.
I shan't say it again, Robert.
What is wrong with his leg?
He got shot.
That's hardly surprising.
Can I expect any more drama
from anyone else?
Why do you do that?
For you, my dear.
Tell me, Gintamina,
which kind of kisses do you prefer?
Scratchy ones, or silky ones?
Silky ones.
Well, then, swish!
Swoosh!
A man must shave for to spare
his daughter's cheeks.
Swish.
Swoosh.
Swoosh.
Supercalifragilistic-expialidocious
Stop! Stop! Stop!
What on earth are you talking about?
"Supercali... "? "Supercal... "?
Or whatever the infernal thing is.
It's something you say when
you don't know what to say.
Well, I always know what to say.
If you so much as step
one foot in here with that trolley,
I shall scream.
One cannot live on cake alone.
Well, hi! me with it.
She has a lot of ideas.
Yeah? What kind of ideas?
The name "Cynthia" has been
changed to "Winifred. "
Fine, fine, fine.
She won't approve Dick Van Dyke.
The sketches of the Banks house
make it look too opulent.
There must be no hint of romance
between Mary Poppins and Bert.
She wants to know why Mr. Banks
has been given a mustache.
Oh, I asked for that.
Yes, they told her that,
but she wants to know why.
Because I asked for it.
Right. Of course.
Uh, the tape measure
Mary Poppins uses
to record Jane and Michael's height
must be a roll tape, not a ruler.
She only wants
green vegetables and broth.
I don't know what that is,
but she wants it in the room
from now on.
And... Oh!
She doesn't want
the color red in the film.
At all.
I've simply gone off the color.
We can't make the picture
without the color red.
The film is set in London,
for Pete's sake.
And?
Well,
there's buses and mailboxes
and guards' uniforms and things.
And heck, the English ag.
I understand your predicament,
Mr. Disney, I do.
Uh, it's just...
I don't know what it is.
I'm suddenly very anti-red.
I sham be wearing it ever again.
Is this a test, Pamela?
Are you requiring proof
as to how much I want
to make you happy,
so we can create
this beautiful thing together?
I took you at your word, Mr. Disney.
And it seems my first
stipulation has been denied.
There will be many more.
So, perhaps we should just call it quits
and I should hand you back these.
All right.
No red in the picture.
- Walt.
- Walt!
Wait.
He doesn't have the rights.
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