P.L. Travers: I will not have her called Cynthia, absolutely not. It feels unlucky. It should be something warm, a bit sexy. How about Mavis?
P.L. Travers: It is blasphemy to drink tea from a paper cup.
Walt Disney: We can't make this film without the color red - it's set in London, for Pete's sake!
P.L. Travers: And?
Walt Disney: Well, there's buses, mailboxes, guard's uniforms, the English flag...
P.L. Travers: I understand your predicament, Mr. Disney. It's just that - I don't know what it is, I'm just suddenly very anti-red. I shan't be wearing it ever again.
P.L. Travers: I know what he's going to do to her. She'll be cavorting, and twinkling, careening towards a happy ending like a kamikaze.
Porter: Would you like me to unpack for you, ma'am?
P.L. Travers: Young man, if it is your wish to handle ladies' undergarments, I suggest you take employment in a launderette.
P.L. Travers: Poor A. A. Milne.