Mary Poppins: Our first game is called 'Well Begun is Half-Done.' Michael: I don't like the sound of that. Mary Poppins: Otherwise titled 'Let's Tidy up the Nursery.'
Mary Poppins: That's a piecrust promise.
Mrs. Banks: But you're always saying that you wanted a cheerful and pleasant household.
Mr. Banks: You brought your references, I presume; may I see them?
Mary Poppins: Never judge things by their appearance... even carpetbags.
Katie Nanna: I said my say, and that's all I'll say. I've done with this house forever. Mrs. Brill: Well, hip-hip-hooray!
Mr. Dawes Jr: Ah, there you are, Banks. I want to congratulate you. Capital bit of humor, 'wooden leg named Smith!' Or, Jones, whatever it was.
Constable Jones: (on phone) That's what I said, sir. Go fly a kite!
Parrot Umbrella: Look at them! You know, they think more of their father than they do of you! Mary Poppins: That's as it should be. Parrot Umbrella: Well, don't you care?
Mrs. Banks: I'll try to do better next time. Mr. Banks: Next time? My dear, you've engaged six nannies in the last four months.
Bert: Bert'll take care of you; like I was your own father. Now, who's after you?
Mary Poppins: Close your mouth, please, Michael.
Mr. Dawes Sr.: Banks, where are you going? Mr. Banks: I don't know. I might pop through a chalk-pavement picture, and go for an outing in the country. Or I might seize a horse off a merry-go-round and win the derby.
Mary Poppins: In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun. You find the fun and snap!
Mrs. Banks: Oh, George, you didn't jump into the river.
Bert: The whole world takes its time from Greenwich.
Mrs. Banks: I'm sorry, dear, but when I chose Katie Nanna, I thought she would be firm with the children. She seemed so solemn and cross.
Jane: (reading the ad she and Michael wrote) Wanted: a nanny for two adorable children.
Michael: Perhaps it's a witch! Jane: Of course not!
Mary Poppins: You know, you can say it backwards, which is dociousaliexpilisticfragicalirupus, but that's going a bit too far, don't you think?
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.
Bert: Speaking of sight, it reminds me of me brother. He's got a nice cushy job in a watch factory. Uncle Albert: In a watch factory? What does he do?
Bert: Speaking of names, I know a man with a wooden leg named Smith.
Michael: I want my money to feed the birds. Mr. Dawes Sr: Fiddlesticks, boy. Feed the birds and what have you got?
Mr. Banks: Will you be good enough to explain all this? Mary Poppins: First of all I would like to make one thing quite clear. Mr. Banks: Yes?
Mr. Banks: I've been sacked! Discharged! Flung into the street! A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down! Tra-la-laaa-lalalalala!
Mr. Banks: What on Earth are you talking about? Superca — Super — or whatever the infernal thing is. Jane: It's something to say when you don't know what to say.
(Mary Poppins has just measured her height) Mary Poppins: As I expected.
Uncle Albert: The other day, when it was so cold, a friend of mine went to buy some long underwear. The shopkeeper said to him, 'How long do you want it?'
Bert: A bit of magic. Michael: A bit of magic? Bert: It's easy. You think. You wink. You do a double blink. You close your eyes... And jump.
Uncle Albert: Yesterday, when the lady next door answered the door, there was a man there, and the man said, 'I'm terribly sorry, I just ran over your cat.' And the man said, 'I'd like to replace your cat.'
Mrs. Banks: As a matter of fact, since you hired Mary Poppins, the most extraordinary things seem to have come over the household. Mr. Banks: Is that so? Mrs. Banks: Take Ellen for instance.
Bert: I always say there's nothing like a good joke.