Mrs. Snow: I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us, isn't that right?
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J.M. Barrie: Young boys should never be sent to bed... they always wake up a day older.
J.M. Barrie: You find a glimmer of happiness in this world, there's always someone who wants to destroy it.
Mrs. Snow: I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us, isn't that right?
J.M. Barrie: Magnificent. The boy is gone. In the last 30 seconds... you became a grown-up.
Peter Pan: Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!
J.M. Barrie: In punishment for lack of an interesting pirate name, Peter shall walk the plank.
Charles Frohman: Twenty-five seats, given to orphans. Perfect. Now my nightmare is complete.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: Stop lying to me. I'm sick of grown-ups lying to me!
Theatre-goer: Looks like we got one of the better dressed ones!
J.M. Barrie: It's shite. Go, on. Say it. It's bulls... pizzle, Mr. Barrie.
Charles Frohman: Opening night. I love opening night. How are you? Did you see him?
J.M. Barrie: Hello! Thought you could escape from Captain Swarthy, eh? Off to the ship with you, then.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Michael! Where are your socks?
Michael Llewelyn Davies: Stab him, George. You can do it!
George Llewelyn Davies: I'm sorry, is he bothering you, sir? My brother can be an extremely irritating sort of person.
J.M. Barrie: Young boys should never be sent to bed... they always wake up a day older.
J.M. Barrie: You find a glimmer of happiness in this world, there's always someone who wants to destroy it.
Mrs. Snow: I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us, isn't that right?
Peter Pan: Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!
J.M. Barrie: In punishment for lack of an interesting pirate name, Peter shall walk the plank.
Charles Frohman: Twenty-five seats, given to orphans. Perfect. Now my nightmare is complete.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: Stop lying to me. I'm sick of grown-ups lying to me!
Charles Frohman: Genius.
Theatre-goer: Looks like we got one of the better dressed ones!
J.M. Barrie: It's shite. Go, on. Say it. It's bulls... pizzle, Mr. Barrie.
Charles Frohman: Opening night. I love opening night. How are you? Did you see him?
J.M. Barrie: Hello! Thought you could escape from Captain Swarthy, eh? Off to the ship with you, then.
J.M. Barrie: Magnificent. The boy is gone. In the last 30 seconds... you became a grown-up.
Theatre-goer: Looks like we got one of the better dressed ones!
J.M. Barrie: It's shite. Go, on. Say it. It's bulls... pizzle, Mr. Barrie.
Charles Frohman: Opening night. I love opening night. How are you? Did you see him?
Peter Llewelyn Davies: It's just, I thought she'd always be here. J.M. Barrie: So did I. But in fact, she is, because she's on every page of your imagination. You'll always have her there. Always. Peter Llewelyn Davies: But why did she have to die? J.M. Barrie: I don't know, Peter. When I think of your mother, I will always remember how happy she looked, sitting there in the parlor watching a play about her family, about her boys that never grew up. She went to Neverland. And you can visit her any time you like if you just go there yourself. Peter Llewelyn Davies: How? J.M. Barrie: By believing, Peter. Just believe.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: Can we have him for supper? Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Have him to stay for supper, Michael. We're not cannibals.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: That scepter's made of wood. J.M. Barrie: Yes, well, we do dream on a budget here, don't we?
J.M. Barrie: Write about your family, Write about the talking Whale. Peter Llewelyn Davies: What Whale? J.M. Barrie: The one that is trapped in your imagination, desperate to get out.
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: A word with you, Mr. Barrie, before you go. We'll only be a few minutes. Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Boys, why don't you go and play in the garden, go on. Michael Llewelyn Davies: Is he in trouble? Because I've been alone with Grandmother and I know what it's like.
J.M. Barrie: What did you think? Peter Llewelyn Davies: It's about our summer together, isn't it? J.M. Barrie: It is. Peter Llewelyn Davies: About all of us. J.M. Barrie: That's right. You like it? Peter Llewelyn Davies: It's magical. Thank you. J.M. Barrie: No, thank you. Thank you, Peter.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: Excuse me, sir, you're standing on my sleeve. J.M. Barrie: Am I? So sorry. I might point out you're lying under my bench.
'Wendy': Peter! Peter Pan: Don't let go, Wendy! 'Wendy': Peter, I'm frightened! Peter Pan: Hang on, Wendy! 'Wendy': Peter! Peter Pan: To die will be an awfully big adventure.
Jack Llewelyn Davies: Oh, I told you this wasn't going to work! Peter Llewelyn Davies: I don't think he's fast enough. J.M. Barrie: It's not going to work if no-one believes in him!
J.M. Barrie: Listen, what would you think of loaning Emma out to the Davies' for the occasional evening? They don't actually have a cook. Mary Ansell Barrie: I take it Mrs. Davies enjoyed the meal she had here? J.M. Barrie: I imagine she could use an extra hand now and again, that's all. Mary Ansell Barrie: Oh, that's very charitable of you. Perhaps we can send over some of the silver as well... and what about linen? I wouldn't be surprised if some of hers was looking a bit shabby. J.M. Barrie: Please, Mary, stop. Mary Ansell Barrie: Maybe she can send over some of the things we've run short on. My husband, for example. We rarely see him in this house. J.M. Barrie: That hasn't seemed to bother you for some time now.
J.M. Barrie: You needn't steal my journal to get to know me, Mary. Mary Ansell Barrie: No. I suppose I could just go see the plays.
J.M. Barrie: Here you go. Peter Llewelyn Davies: What's this? J.M. Barrie: All great writers begin with a good leather binding and a respectable title. Open it. Peter Llewelyn Davies: "The Boy Castaways: Being a record of the terrible adventures of the brothers Davies, faithfully set forth by Peter Llewelyn Davies." J.M. Barrie: Kipling would swallow his own ear for a title like that! Peter Llewelyn Davies: I still have no idea what to write. J.M. Barrie: Write about anything. Write about your family, write about the talking whale! Peter Llewelyn Davies: What whale? J.M. Barrie: The one that's trapped in your imagination and desperate to get out.
J.M. Barrie: I do apologize for interrupting. Mrs. Emma du Maurier: Would you close the door, please? J.M. Barrie: Certainly. Mrs. Emma du Maurier: Sylvia has told me you have offered her the services of your household staff. J.M. Barrie: Well, not exactly. Mrs. Emma du Maurier: That won't be necessary. J.M. Barrie: I'll leave that to Sylvia, of course. Mrs. Emma du Maurier: You'll leave that to ME, Mr.Barrie. You see, I'm moving in here from now on. J.M. Barrie: You're moving in? Mrs. Emma du Maurier: I'm going where I'm most needed. And I can certainly see to it that this house is managed without resorting to your charity. J.M. Barrie: It isn't charity, Mrs du Maurier. I was only trying to help, as a friend. Mrs. Emma du Maurier: Have you no idea how much your friendship has already cost my daughter? Or are you really that selfish? J.M. Barrie: I beg your pardon? Mrs. Emma du Maurier: Don't you see what a visit to the summer cottage of a married man does for a widow's future prospects? Sylvia needs to find someone. The boys need a father. And you are destroying any hope this family has of pulling itself together again. J.M. Barrie: I have only wanted good things for this family, Mrs du Maurier. Mrs. Emma du Maurier: I'll look after them. You have your own family to concern yourself with. J.M. Barrie: What are you suggesting? Mrs. Emma du Maurier: I'm suggesting that you protect what you have, Mr.Barrie. That is percisely what I am doing.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: It's a play! J.M. Barrie: It's not just *a* play, Michael. It's *the* play.
Charles Frohman: ... And you have a pirate ship on stage, surrounded by tons and tons of water, James, that's a lot of water. J.M. Barrie: It's a lot of water? Charles Frohman: Yes, and that's a lot of money.
