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: Sirs! My brother and I are English gentlemen. English gentlemen do not beg!

Michael: [Michael gets on his knees] ... Please. Please, don't kill me!

John: [John gets n his knees too] Please, don't kill me either!
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.
Wendy: Might I have time to consider your generous offer?

Captain Hook: Absolutely. You must!
Captain Hook: My new obsession is you. Not dear Peter Pan or his whereabouts.
Captain Hook: None of my crew will follow you... I swear it.
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.
Wendy: Peter. You won't forget me, will you?

Peter: Me? Forget? Never.

Wendy: Will you ever come back?

Peter: To hear stories... About me.
Hook: And now, Peter Pan, you shall die.

Peter: To die would be an awfully big adventure.
Smee: Very exciting - two dead already!
Peter: I do believe in fairies, I do, I do.
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!
[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!
Wendy: This belongs to you, and always will.
Peter: I want always to be a boy, and have fun.

Wendy: You say so, 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]

Mr. Darling: is not a nurse. This... is a dog.

[to Wendy]

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

Wendy: [gasps]

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.
Wendy: Boy, why are you crying?
Michael: Mother, can anything harm us after the night lights are lit?

Mrs. Darling: No, Precious. They are the eyes a mother leaves behind to guard her children.
[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.
[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]

Story 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, 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...

Peter: No!

Captain Hook: She can't see you.

Peter: Wendy!

Captain Hook: She's forgotten all about you.

Peter: Stop! Please! Stop it!
[During a swordfight between Peter and Wendy]

Tootles: Mother and Father are fighting again...
Peter: Well, I will not grow up! You cannot make me! I will banish you like Tinkerbell.

Wendy: I WILL NOT BE BANISHED!

Peter: Then go home. Go home and grow up. 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 except me.
[On Wendy being their mother]

Slightly: And isn't she just first class?
Slightly: Brace yerselves lads.
Slightly: I remember kisses, let me see. Aye, that is a kiss. A powerful thing.
Peter: [all of the boys hold out their hands] They're a bit dirty.

Slightly: She must stay here and DIE!

Peter: NO!

Slightly: How could I have thought that? Stupid... sorry.
Slightly: If Hook discovers our hideout, he'll gut us.

Wendy: How dreadful!

Slightly: Oh, we live for it!
[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.

[Tink chimes]

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]
[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.
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: 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 am the best there ever was!
Peter: She is to tell us stories. She is...

Slightly: Dead.

Curly: Tragic.

Nibs: Awful. 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: How like a girl!
Captain Hook: So, Peter Pan, this is all your doing?

Peter: Aye, James Hook, it's all my doing.
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.
Peter: Promise me one thing... Leave Hook to me.

Wendy: I promise.
Captain Hook: Fly to the rescue, Pan. I'll shoot you... right through your noble intentions.
Wendy: Littlest first. Michael?

[Wendy snaps back to "reality"]

Wendy: Michael. John. My brothers!

Peter: Who?
Captain Hook: [Guessing who he is] Vegetable?

Peter: No...

Captain Hook: Mineral?

Peter: No...

Captain Hook: Animal?

Peter: Yes.

Captain Hook: Man?

Peter: NO!

Captain Hook: Boy?

Peter: Yes!

Captain Hook: Ordinary boy?

Peter: No!

Captain Hook: Wonderful boy?

Peter: Yes! Do you give up?
Wendy: My unfulfilled ambition is to write a great novel in three parts about my adventures.

Aunt Millicent: What adventures?

Wendy: I've yet to have them, but they will be perfectly thrilling.
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]
Twin: Do you tell stories?

Wendy: Yes.

Curly: Then you're perfect.
Peter: Was it you, Tink?

Tink: [Tink gets a halo]

Tink: [in fairy language] Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hook: If you are Hook... then who am I?

Peter: You... are a... codfish!
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?
Wendy: Sir, you are both ungallant and deficient!

Peter: How am I deficient?

Wendy: You're just a boy.
Wendy: My parents wanted me to grow up.

Captain Hook: Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience... and pimples.
Captain Hook: What of Pan? Will unhappy thoughts bring him down too?

Wendy: He has no unhappy thoughts.

Captain Hook: Oh... Well, what if his Wendy... walked the plank!
Smee: [to Hook, after Wendy falls off the plank] Did you hear her hit the water? Cos I didn't.
John: Michael, are you shot?

Michael: I haven't checked yet, but there's something worser.

John: Oh, what could be worse?

Michael: My thoughts aren't very happy!

[they both fall]
Children: I do believe in fairies, I do! I do!
Captain Hook: You're a tragedy!

Peter: Me? Tragic?
Slightly: So looking forward to being your son.
Slightly: Wendy lady, for you we built this house, with a door knocker.

Tootles: And a chimney.

Slightly: [whispers] 1, 2, 3...

The Lost Boys: Please be our mother!
Wendy: Peter, I'm sorry I must grow up...

[Hook grabs her]

Wendy: [to Hook] It is just a thimble.

Captain Hook: By all means, my beauty, give Peter Pan your precious thimble.

Wendy: This belongs to you and always will.

[Kisses Peter]

John: That was no thimble...

Michael: That was a hidden kiss.
Slightly: Brace yourself, lads. He's going to spin!
Wendy: Who be you to order me about and call me girlie?
Mrs. Darling: [as she's sleeping] Wendy... Wendy

Peter: [as he's closing the window] Sorry lady, we can't both have her.
Aunt Millicent: A hidden kiss.

Wendy: But what is it for?

Aunt Millicent: It is for the greatest adventure of all. They that find it have slipped in and out of Heaven.

Wendy: Find what?

Aunt Millicent: The one the kiss belongs to.
John: [seeing the pirates apprehend Tiger Lily] I say! Unhand that savage, you... you savage!
[Having been asked where Peter Pan's hiding place is by Captain Hook, Tiger Lily answers in a long stream of Iroquois before spitting in his face]

Smee: She says sorry, but no.

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Peter Pan short comments

Ariel 2022-03-27 09:01:11

It's said that the little boy who played Peter Pan is handsome. It's a pity that I watched the above film first and then watched this one, and I didn't feel it.
Miles 2021-12-31 08:03:07

I also believe that there is a possibility of little fairies in this world. I have been to Neverland before, but I forgot it later. After growing up, there are too few happy things so I can’t fly, timid, sad, worried, irritable, panic, hysterical, uneasy, and uneasy if I know how long I didn’t leave Neverland anymore with so many bad emotions after the college ☹️