Arthur Malet credited as playing...
Mr. Dawes, Junior
- Mr. Dawes Jr: Ah, there you are, Banks. I want to congratulate you. Capital bit of humor, wooden leg named Smith!
- [pauses looks a bit confused]
- Mr. Dawes Jr: Or, Jones, whatever it was. Father died laughing!
- Mr. Banks: Oh, I'm so sorry, sir!
- Mr. Dawes Jr: Oh no, nonsense, nothing to be sorry about! Never seen him happier in his life. He left an opening for a new partner.
- [puts a new carnation into Banks' buttonhole]
- Mr. Dawes Jr: Congratulations.
- Mr. Banks: Oh thank you, sir, thank you very much indeed!
- [kisses Mrs. Banks]
- Mr. Dawes Sr.: Come in!
- [he opens the door]
- Mr. Dawes Sr.: Take your hat off, Banks!
- [he took off his hat and closes the door]
- Mr. Banks: [he walks up to the board directors] Good evening, Gentlemen.
- Mr. Dawes Sr.: Well, get on with it. Go on.
- Mr. Dawes Jr: Uh, yes, Father. In 1773, an official of this bank unwisely loaned a large sum of money to finance a shipment of tea to the American colonies. Do you know what happened?
- Mr. Banks: Yes, sir. Yes, I think I do. As the ship lay anchored in Boston Harbor, a party of the colonists dressed as red Indians boarded the vessel, behaved very rudely, and threw all the tea overboard. This made the tea unsuitable for drinking. Even for Americans.
- Mr. Dawes Jr: Precisely. The loan was defaulted. Panic ensued within these walls. There was a run on the bank.
- Mr. Dawes Sr.: From that time to this, sir, there has not been a run on this bank - UNTIL TODAY. A run, sir, caused by the disgraceful conduct of your son. Do you deny it?
- Mr. Banks: I do not deny it, sir, and I shall gladly assume responsibility for my son.
- Mr. Banks: You see, Michael, you'll be part of Railways through Africa.
- Mr. Dawes Sr.: Exactly.
- Mr. Banks: Dams across the Nile.
- Mr. Dawes Sr.: The ships, tell them about the ships.
- Mr. Banks: Fleets of ocean greyhounds.
- Mr. Dawes Sr.: More, tell them more!
- Mr. Banks: Majestic self-amortizing canals.
- Mr. Dawes Sr.: Oh, it fires the imagination!
- Mr. Banks: [singing] Plantations of ripening tea all from...
- Mr. Banks, Mr. Dawes Sr., Mr. Dawes Jr, Mr. Tomes, Mr. Mousley, Mr. Grubbs: [singing] Tuppence: prudently, thriftily, frugally invested in the...
- Mr. Dawes Sr.: To be specific...
- Mr. Banks, Mr. Dawes Sr., Mr. Dawes Jr, Mr. Tomes, Mr. Mousley, Mr. Grubbs: [singing] In the Dawes, Tomes, Mousley, Grubbs, Fidelity Fiduciary Bank.
- Mr. Dawes Jr: Well, Banks, what's all this about?
- Mr. Banks: These are my children, Mr. Dawes.
- Mr. Dawes Jr: So I assume, but why are they here?
- Mr. Banks: They wished to open an account, sir.
- Mr. Dawes Jr: Oh indeed?
- [to Michael]
- Mr. Dawes Jr: So how much money do you have, young man?
- Michael: Tuppence, but I want to feed the birds.
- [gets shushed by Mr. Banks]