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Peter: Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again.
Wendy: Never is an awfully long time.

Smee: Captain, the ice is melting, the sun is out, and the flowers are all in bloom...
Captain Hook: He's back.

Wendy: Why do you hate him so?

Pirate: Beg for your lives.
John: My brother and I are English gentlemen. English gentlemen do not beg.
[Michael gets on his knees]
Michael: ...Please. Please.

Peter: Ready to lose the other one?
Captain Hook: Not this time.

Captain Hook: [to Wendy] Didst thou ever want to be a pirate?

Wendy: We must leave at once... before we, in turn, are forgotten.

Captain Hook: My new obsession is you.

Wendy: What would mother think of my becoming a pirate?

Smee: Pan did you a favor, did he, Captain?
Captain Hook: A favor? He threw my hand to a crocodile, the beast liked it so much, it's followed me ever since, licking its lips for the rest of me... YOU CALL THAT A FAVOR?

[Wendy sews Peter's shadow to his feet]
Peter: Oh, the cleverness of me.
Wendy: Of course, I did nothing...
Peter: You did a little.

Wendy: Oh, the cleverness of you.

Peter: If you wish it.
Slightly: If you wish it?
Peter: IF YOU WISH IT.

Captain Hook: If I were you, I'd give up.
Peter: If you were me, I'd be ugly.

Peter: I do believe in fairies, I do, I do.

[Wendy has just become the Lost Boys' mother]
Peter: Discipline. That's what fathers believe in. We must spank all of the children now before they try to kill you again. Better yet, we should kill them.
Wendy: Father. I agree that they are... perfectly horrid, but... kill them and they should think themselves... important.
The Lost Boys: So important, Peter.
Curly: And unique.
Wendy: I, however, propose a much more vile punishment. Medicine. The dreadful, sticky, sweet kind.
The Lost Boys: Please kill us, Peter!

Wendy: This belongs to you, and always will

Peter: I want always to be a boy, and have fun.
Wendy: You say so, Peter, but I think it is your biggest pretend.

Wendy: Where do you live?
Peter: Second to the right, and then straight on till morning.
Wendy: They put that on the letters?
Peter: Don't get any letters.
Wendy: But your mother gets letters.
Peter: Don't have a mother.
Wendy: No wonder you were crying.
Peter: I wasn't crying about mothers. I was crying because I can't get this shadow to stick. And I wasn't crying.

Mr. Darling: [Shouting] No! I must become a man that children fear and adults respect, or we shall all end up in the street!
Mrs. Darling: George, not so loud.
Aunt Millicent: George, the neighbors will hear.
Mr. Darling: Let them hear. Let the whole world know. This [indicating Nanna] is not a nurse. This... is a dog! Tomorrow, you will begin your instruction with Aunt Millicent. It's time for you to grow up.

Peter: There's mermaids.
Wendy: Mermaids?
Peter: Indians.
John and Michael: Indians?
Peter: Pirates.
John and Michael: Pirates? Wahoo!

[Wendy kisses Peter Pan and he starts to glow]
Captain Hook: Pan... you're pink.

Wendy: Surely you must have felt love once for something... or someone.
Peter: Never. Even the sound of it offends me.
[Wendy tries to touch his face, and he jumps away]
Peter: Why do you have to spoil everything? We have fun, don't we? I taught you to fly and to fight. What more could there be?
Wendy: There is so much more.

Peter: [after bumping his head on waking up] I was not asleep.

[Peter and Wendy land to talk to mermaids to find John and Michael]
Wendy: Oh, How sweet.
[Peter looks disgusted]
Wendy: What? Are mermaids not sweet?
Peter: They'll sweetly drown you if you get too close

Slightly: Well... we have our orders. Shoot the Wendy bird. Ready... Aim... FIRE.

[Peter sees a boy flying next to him, forgetting he has just met him minutes before]
Peter: Who are you?
John: I'm John.
Peter: John.

[Mr. and Mrs. Darling are rushing up the stairs, right before Peter takes the children to Neverland]
Narrator: It would be delightful to report that they reached the nursery in time... but then, there would be no story.

Captain Hook: She was leaving you. Your Wendy was leaving you. Why should she stay? What have you to offer? You are incomplete. Let's take a look into the future, shall we? You fly to Wendy's nursery and... what's this? The window's closed.
Peter: I'll open it.
Captain Hook: I'm afraid the windows barred.
Peter: I'll call out her name.
Captain Hook: She can't hear you.
Peter: No.
Captain Hook: She can't see you.
Peter: Wendy.
Captain Hook: She's forgotten all about you.
Peter: Stop it. Please. Stop it.

[During a swordfight between Peter and Wendy]
Tootles: Mother and father are fighting again...

Peter: You be quiet or I'll banish you just like Tink.
Wendy: I WILL NOT BE BANISHED.
Peter: Then leave. And take your feelings with you.

Peter: To live would be an awfully big adventure.

Wendy: Peter... I should like to give you a kiss.
[Peter holds his hand out]
Wendy: Don't you know what a kiss is?
Peter: I shall know when you give me one.

Hook: Old... Alone... Done for.

Slightly: I couldn't find the house, and now everyone has a mother but me.

[On Wendy being their mother]
Slightly: And isn't she just first class?

Slightly: I remember kisses, let me see. Aye, that is a kiss. A powerful thing.

Slightly: Then she must stay here and die.
The Lost Boys and Peter Pan: [gasp] No.
Slightly: Of course not. How could I have thought? Stupid.

[gazing up at Wendy and Peter dancing in mid-air]
Captain Hook: Oh... Peter's found himself a... Wendy. And Hook is all alone.

[Hook asked Tiger Lily if she had seen Peter Pan, and she replies with a foreign language, and then spits at him]
Smee: She says sorry, but no.

Slightly: Brace yourselves, lads.

Mrs. Darling: There are many different kinds of bravery. There's the bravery of thinking of others before one's self. Now, your father has never brandished a sword nor... nor fired a pistol, thank heavens. But he has made many sacrifices for his family, and put away many dreams.
Michael: Where did he put them?
Mrs. Darling: He put them in a drawer. And sometimes, late at night, we take them out and admire them. But it gets harder and harder to close the drawer... and he does. And that is why he is brave.

Peter: Then you are my friend no more.

Captain James Hook: Proud and insolent youth! Prepare to meet thy doom!

Smee: It's all a bit tragic, really, isn't it?

John: [upon meeting Peter] You offend reason, sir.
Michael: Mm-hmm.
John: [sees Peter lift into the air] I should like to offend it with you!

Peter: You can't catch me and make me a man.

Peter: I'm the best there ever was!

Peter: She is to tell us stories... SHES...
Slightly: Dead... awful.
Curly: Tragic.
Nibs: Good shot, though.

Mrs. Darling: And what's your name?
Nibs: Nibs. I plan the battles.
Mrs. Darling: Would you like a mother, Nibs?
Nibs: [crying] Yes!

Captain Hook: It is your requiem mass, boy!

Captain Hook: Split my infinitives!

Captain Hook: So Peter Pan, this is all your doing?
Peter: Aye James Hook, it's all my doing.