Wendy: Never is an awfully long time.
Peter: Oh, the cleverness of me!
Wendy: Of course, I did nothing...
Peter: You did a little.
Wendy: Oh, the cleverness of you.
Captain Hook: If I were you, I'd give up.
Peter: If you were me... I'd be ugly. [taunting grin]
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 far more dreadful punishment--medicine. The sticky, sweet kind.
The Lost Boys: Please kill us, Peter!
Peter: I want always to be a boy, and have fun.
Wendy: You say so, Peter, but I think it is your biggest pretend.
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: Oh, how sweet!
[Peter looks disgusted]
Wendy: What? Are mermaids not sweet?
Peter: They'll sweetly drown you if you get too close.
Peter: ...Who are you?
John: I'm John.
Peter: [murmurs] John. [to John] Take a hold of this! [sticks foot out]
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 window's 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: No! Please--stop it!
Tootles: Mother and father are fighting again...
[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.
John: [upon meeting Peter] You offend reason, sir.
John: [sees Peter lift into the air] I should like to offend it with you!
Captain Hook: Split my infinitives!
Mrs. Darling: And what's your name?
Nibs: Nibs. I plan the battles.
Mrs. Darling: Would you like a mother, Nibs?
Nibs: [crying] Yes!
Peter: She is to tell us stories... SHE'S...
Slightly: Dead... awful.
Nibs: Good shot, though.
[The Lost Boys and Peter stick their hands out, palms up.]
Slightly: They're a bit dirty...
Slightly: Brace yourselves, lads!
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 that? Stupid.
Slightly: I remember kisses, let me see. [takes the 'kiss' from Peter and inspects it] Aye, that is a kiss. A powerful thing.
Slightly: And isn't she just first class?
Peter: To live... would be an awfully big adventure.