Paul Collins credited as playing...
John Darling
- Wendy: He can fly!
- John: He can fly!
- Michael: He flewed!
- Peter Pan: Now you try.
- Wendy: I'll think of a mermaid lagoon.
- [sighs]
- Wendy: Underneath a magic moon.
- John: I'll think I'm in a pirate's cave.
- Michael: I think I'll be an Indian brave.
- Peter Pan: Now everybody try.
- Wendy, John, Michael, Peter Pan: [as Peter tugs them up to try and get them to fly] One, two, three!
- Wendy, John, Michael: [Peter lets go of them and they appear to fly briefly] We can fly! We can fly! We can flyyyyyyyyyy!
- [the children all fall onto John's bed in a heap, then we see Tinkerbell laugh at the accident]
- Peter Pan: This won't do. What's the matter with you? All it takes is faith and trust. Oh!
- [we see Tinkerbell brushing herself off]
- Peter Pan: And something I forgot--dust!
- Wendy, John: Dust?
- Michael: Dust?
- [we see Tinkerbell dart away, trying to escape Peter]
- Peter Pan: [grabs Tinkerbell] Yyyyyyyup, just a little bit of pixie dust.
- [taps Tinkerbell a bit with his hand to make golden dust come off and rain down on the kids]
- Peter Pan: Now, think of the happiest things. It's the same as having wings.
- Michael: [referring to Tinker Bell] Oh, look! A firefly!
- Wendy: A pixie.
- John: Amazing!
- [Tinker Bell angrily gestures at Peter]
- Michael: What's the pixie doing?
- Peter Pan: Talking.
- Wendy: What did she say?
- Peter Pan: She says you're a big ugly girl!
- [everybody laughs]
- Wendy: Oh... well, I think she's lovely.
- Mr. Darling: Wendy, haven't I warned you? Stuffing the boys heads with a lot of silly stories?
- Wendy: Oh, but they aren't.
- Mr. Darling: I say they are. Captain Crook! Peter Pirate!
- Wendy: Peter Pan, Father.
- Mr. Darling: Pan... Pirate... Poppycock!
- Wendy: Oh, no, Father!
- John: Oh my gosh!
- Wendy: How can you...?
- Mr. Darling: Absolute poppycock!
- Indian Chief: How.
- John, Cubby, Slightly, Twins, Michael: How, Chief. How.
- Indian Chief: For many moons, red man fight paleface Lost Boys.
- John, Cubby, Slightly, Twins, Michael: Ugh.
- Indian Chief: Sometime, you win; sometime, we win.
- Cubby: Okay, Chief. You win this time. Now turn us loose.
- John: Turn us loose? You mean this is only a game?
- Slightly: Sure. When we win, we turn them loose.
- Twins: When they win, they turn us loose.
- Indian Chief: This time, no turnum loose.
- Slightly: Huh?
- [laughs]
- Slightly: The chief's a great spoofer!
- Indian Chief: Me no spoofum! Where you hide Princess Tiger Lily?
- Cubby: Uh, Tiger Lily?
- Slightly: We ain't got your ol' princess!
- John: I certainly have never seen her.
- Twins: Me neither.
- Indian Chief: Heap big lie! If Tiger Lily not back by sunset... burnum at stake.
- Mrs. Darling: Now, George...
- Mr. Darling: [mockingly] "Now, George."
- [turning cross]
- Mr. Darling: "Now, George!" Well, "now, *George*" will have his say!
- Mrs. Darling: Please, Dear!
- Mr. Darling: Mary, the child's growing up. I think it's time she settled for a room of her own!
- Wendy: Father!
- Mrs. Darling: George!
- John: What?
- Michael: No!
- Mr. Darling: I mean it! Young lady, this is your last night in the nursery!
- [Mr. Darling had just tripped over Nana and crashed into a dresser]
- Mrs. Darling, Wendy, John, Michael: Ohhhhhh...
- [Everyone runs right passed Mr. Darling and comforts Nana]
- Mrs. Darling, Wendy, John, Michael: Poor Nana.
- Mr. Darling: Poor Nana? This is the last straw! Out! Out, I say!
- Michael: No, father! No!
- Mr. Darling: Yes! There will be no more dogs for nurse maids in this house!
- [Mr. Darling grabs Nana and takes her outside]
- Michael: Good-bye, Nana.
- Wendy: But Mother, I don't want to grow up.
- Mrs. Darling: Now, dear, don't worry about it any more tonight.
- John: He called Peter Pan "absolute poppycock".
- Mrs. Darling: I'm sure he didn't mean it, John. Father was just upset.
- Michael: Poor Nana, out there all alone.
- Mrs. Darling: No more tears, Michael. It's a warm night. She'll be all right.
- Michael: Mother.
- Mrs. Darling: What is it, dear?
- Michael: [handing her the cufflinks] Buried treasure.
- Mrs. Darling: Now, children. Don't judge your father too harshly. After all, he really loves you very much.