Reginald Owen credited as playing...
Admiral Boom
- Bert: Now this im-posin' edifice what first meets the eye is the 'ome of Admiral Boom, late of His Majesty's Navy. Likes his house ship-shape, he does. Shipe-shape and Bristol fashion at all times!
- [the Admiral blows his whistle]
- Admiral Boom: Time gun ready?
- Mr. Binnacle: Ready and charged, sir.
- Admiral Boom: Three minutes and six seconds.
- Mr. Binnacle: Aye, aye, sir.
- Bert: What he's famous for is punctuality. The whole world takes its time from Greenwich, but Greenwich, they say, takes its time from Admiral Boom.
- [to Admiral Boom]
- Bert: Wotcher, Admiral!
- Admiral Boom: Good afternoon to you, young man. Where are you bound?
- Bert: Number 17. Got some parties 'ere in town what wants to see it.
- Admiral Boom: [to Binnacle] Enter that in the log.
- Mr. Binnacle: Aye, aye, sir.
- Admiral Boom: A word of advice, young man: storm signals are up at number 17. Bit of heavy weather brewing there.
- Bert: Thanks, sir. Keep an eye skinned.
- [continues walking]
- Bert: Here we are, 17 Cherry Tree Lane, home of George Banks Esquire.
- [screaming and shouting is heard from the house]
- Bert: 'Ello, 'ello, 'ello! Admiral's right: heavy weather brewin' at number 17 and no mistake.
- Admiral Boom: Glorious day, Mr. Binnacle! Glorious! No one sleeps this morning. Put in a double charge of powder.
- Mr. Binnacle: A double charge? Aye aye sir!
- Admiral Boom: Shake things up a bit, what?
- Admiral Boom: Glorious day, Mr. Binnacle, Glorious! No one sleeps this morning! Put in a double charge of powder!
- Mr. Binnacle: A DOUBLE charge? Aye, Aye, Sir!
- Admiral Boom: Shake things up a bit, what?
- Admiral Boom: [seeing the chimney sweeps dancing on the rooftops] We're being attacked by hottentots!
- Katie Nanna: MRS. BANKS!
- Mrs. Banks: What is it, Katie Nanna?
- Katie Nanna: Mrs. Banks, I have something to say to you.
- Mrs. Banks: Where are the children?
- Katie Nanna: The children, madam, to be precise, are not here. They've disappeared again.
- Mrs. Banks: Katie Nanna, this is really too careless of you. Doesn't it make the third time this week?
- Katie Nanna: The fourth, madam. And I for one have had my fill of it. I'm not one to speak ill of the children, but...
- Mrs. Banks: Oh, please, when do you expect them home?
- Katie Nanna: I really couldn't say. And now if you'd be good enough to compute my wages, I'll...
- Mrs. Banks: Oh, gracious, Katie Nanna! You're not leaving? What will Mr. Banks say? He's going to be cross enough as it is to come home and find the children missing. Ellen, put these things away. You know how the cause infuriates Mr. Banks.
- Ellen: Yes, ma'am.
- Mrs. Banks: Katie Nanna, I beseech you. Please reconsider. Think of the children. Think of Mr. Banks. He was just beginning to get used to you.
- [Ellen closes the door and looks at the clock]
- Ellen: [shouts] POSTS, EVERYONE!
- Admiral Boom: [they gathered around with all of there stuff to hang on] Four, three, two, one. FIRE!
- [the cannon blows and Mrs Banks and the households got one of their stuff]
- Mrs. Banks: Katie Nanna, I do beseech you...
- Katie Nanna: My wages, if you please.