Peter: To live would be an awfully big adventure.
Captain Hook: She was leaving you, Pan! Your Wendy was leaving you. Why should she stay? What have you to offer? You are incomplete. Let us now take a peep into the future, shall we?
[Hook and Peter start to fight again]
Captain Hook: 'Tis the fair Wendy. She's in her nursery. The window is shut.
Peter: I'll open it.
Captain Hook: I'm afraid the window is barred.
Peter: I'll call out her name!
Captain Hook: She can't hear you...
Captain Hook: She can't see you.
Captain Hook: She's forgotten all about you.
Peter: Stop! Please! Stop it!
Peter: I do believe in fairies, I do, I do.
[Wendy kisses Peter Pan and he starts to glow]
Captain Hook: Pan... you're pink.
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.
Wendy: Once upon a time there was a boy named Peter Pan, who decided not to grow up.
Hook: Skip the prologue.
Wendy: So he flew away to Neverland where the pirates are.
Hook: What fun he must have had.
Wendy: Yes but he was rather lonely.
Hook: Lonely? He needed a Wendy.
Pirate: I need a Wendy.
Hook: Why a Wendy?
Wendy: He liked my stories.
Hook: What stories?
Wendy: Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty.
Hook: Love stories?
Wendy: Adventures! In which good triumphs over evil!
Hook: They all end in a kiss.
Hook: A kiss. He does feel! He feels about you.
Hook: She told him stories. He taught her to fly. How?
Wendy: You just think happy thoughts. They lift you into the air.
Hook: Alas, I have no happy thoughts.
Wendy: That brings you down!
Hook: [Hook threatens to cut Wendy's throat with his hook] How else?
Michael: Fairy dust! You need fairy dust!
The Lost Boys: Michael!
Hook: What of Pan? Would unhappy thoughts bring him down?
Wendy: He has no unhappy thoughts.
Peter: Wendy? One girl's worth more than 20 boys.
Wendy: [under bed sheets] You really think so?
Peter: I live with boys, the Lost Boys, they are well named!
Wendy: Who are they?
[asking as she gets out from under the sheets and makes Peter fall off the bed]
Peter: Children who fall out of their prams when the nurse is not looking. If they are not claimed in seven days, they are sent to the Neverland.
Wendy: Are there girls too?
Peter: Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams.
[he says as he looks through the heart in Wendy's bed]
Hook: Old... Alone... Done for.
[Wendy has just become the Lost Boys' mother]
Peter: Discipline. That's what fathers believe in. We must spank the children immediately before they try to kill you again. In fact, 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 propose something far more dreadful. Medicine. The sticky, sweet kind.
The Lost Boys: Kill us, Peter!
[Hook gazes up in bewilderment at Wendy and Peter dancing among the Fairies in mid-air]
Captain Hook: Evil day...
[He turns away, and stumbles until he is sat in the undergrowth]
Captain Hook: He has found himself a... a...
[Clutches at his chest]
Tink: [Sitting on a leaf near Hook, Tinkerbell chimes something in Fairy Language]
Captain Hook: Wendy?
[Returns his gaze skyward]
Captain Hook: And Hook is all alone...
Tink: [Chimes tearfully]
Captain Hook: You too? Banished? Tsk tsk.
Captain Hook: The dog...
Captain Hook: [to Tink, who is now sat on his hook] I think you and I... should talk...
[Tink's wings perk up in interest]
Wendy: This belongs to you, and always will.
[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.
Story Narrator: But I was never to see Peter Pan again. Now I tell his story to my children and they will tell it to their children, and so it will go on - for all children grow up... Except one.
[During a swordfight between Peter and Wendy]
Tootles: Mother and Father are fighting again...
Slightly: I couldn't find the house, and now everyone has a mother except me.
Peter: You can't catch me and make me a man.
Peter: Tinkerbell... She's my fairy.
Wendy: But, there's no such thing as f-
[Peter flies up and closes her mouth]
Peter: [firmly] Don't say that. Every time someone says that, a fairy somewhere falls down dead.
[he goes to look for Tinkerbell]
Peter: And I'll never find her if she's dead!
Wendy: You don't mean to tell me... there's a *fairy* in this room?
Smee: [to Hook, after Wendy falls off the plank] Did you hear her hit the water? Cos I didn't.
[Mr. and Mrs. Darling are rushing up the stairs, right before Peter takes the children to Neverland]
Story Narrator: It would be delightful to report that they reached the nursery in time... but then, there would be no story.
Smee: Very exciting - two dead already!
Peter: [after bumping his head on waking up] I was not asleep.
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 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... He does. And that is why he is brave.
Peter: I am the best there ever was!
Captain Hook: It is your requiem mass, boy!
Wendy: Oh, the cleverness of you.
Pirate: [advancing towards the children on Hook's ship] Stop that noise or I'll run you through! Believe in fairies, I do, I do!
Slightly: I remember kisses, let me see. Aye, that is a kiss. A powerful thing.
Captain James Hook: Proud and insolent youth! Prepare to meet thy doom!
Captain Hook: How like a girl!
Children: I do believe in fairies, I do! I do!
Wendy: Who be you to order me about and call me girlie?
Captain Hook: Split my infinitives!
Wendy: I think you have, Peter. And I daresay you've felt it yourself. 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: What? What else is there?
Wendy: I don't know. I guess it becomes clearer when you grow up.
Peter: Well, I will not grow up. You cannot make me!
Wendy: We must leave at once... before we, in turn, are forgotten.
Captain Hook: None of my crew will follow you... I swear it.
Wendy: What would Mother think of my becoming a pirate?
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
Mr. Darling: is not a nurse. This... is a dog.
Mr. Darling: Tomorrow, you will begin your instruction with Aunt Millicent. It's time for you to grow up.
[On Wendy being their mother]
Slightly: And isn't she just first class?
Peter: Then you are my friend no more.
Slightly: So looking forward to being your son.
Captain Hook: Fly to the rescue, Pan. I'll shoot you... right through your noble intentions.
Captain Hook: [to Wendy] Didst thou ever want to be a pirate?
Wendy: Boy, why are you crying?
Slightly: Well, we have our orders! Shoot the Wendy bird.
Smee: It's all a bit tragic, really, isn't it?
Captain Hook: My new obsession is you. Not dear Peter Pan or his whereabouts.
Slightly: Brace yourself, lads. He's going to spin!
Wendy: Why do you hate him so?
Slightly: Brace yerselves lads.