Saving Mr. Banks

Walt Disney: "I think life disappoints you, Ms. Travers. I think it's done that a lot. And maybe Mary Poppins is the only person in your life who hasn't."
P.L. Travers: "Mary Poppins isn't real."
Walt Disney: "That's not true. She was as real as can be to my daughters, and to thousands of other children - adults too. She's been a nighttime comfort to a heck of a lot of people."
P.L. Travers: "Then where is she when I need her? I open the door for Mary Poppins, and who should be standing there but Walt Disney!"

Ralph: "Are you All right, misses? Would you like me to drive you home?"
P.L. Travers: "All the way to England? Yes, please."

Walt Disney: "I have my own Mr. Banks. Mine had a mustache."
P.L. Travers: "So it's not true that Disney created man in his own image?"
Walt Disney: "No, but it is true that you created yourself in someone else, yes?"

Walt Disney: "You look at me and you see some kind of Hollywood King Midas. You think I've built and empire and I want your Mary Poppins as just another brick in my kingdom."
P.L. Travers: "And don't you?"
Walt Disney: "Now, if that's all it was, would I have suckered up to a stubborn, cranky dame like you for twenty years? No, I'd have saved myself an ulcer."

Walt Disney: "And a spoonful of sugar?"
P.L. Travers: "No, I think I'll have whiskey."

P.L. Travers: "Aren't you going to pour it for us?"
Polly: "You're perfectly capable of pouring it your self."
P.L. Travers: "She's quite the worst maid I've ever had."
Diarmuid Russell: "So why do you keep her?"
P.L. Travers: "I don't know. She reminds me of me."

"I will not have her called Cynthia, absolutely not. It feels unlucky. It should be something warm, a bit sexy. How about Mavis?"

"This world is just an illusion, Ginty, ol' girl. As long as we hold that thought dear they can't break us, they can't make us endure their reality, bleak and bloody as it is. Money, money, money, don't you buy into, Ginty. It'll bite you on the bottom."