Peter Pan (2003 film)

2003 film directed by P. J. Hogan

Peter Pan is a 2003 film based on the classic play and novel by J. M. Barrie.


Wendy: Oh, how sweet. [Peter looks disgusted] What? Are mermaids not sweet?
Peter: They'll sweetly drown you if you get too close.

Pirate: Beg for yer lives!
John: Sir! My brother and I are English gentlemen. English gentlemen do not beg!
Michael: [gets on his knees] Please! Please don't kill me!
John: [gets on his knees] Please don't kill me, either!

Wendy: Once 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.
Noodler: Was one of them pirates called Noodler?
Wendy: Yes.
Noodler: Capt'n, did you hear? I am in a story!
Hook: [shoots Noodler] What fun he must have had
Wendy: Yes, but he was rather lonely.
Hook: Lonely? He needed a Wendy.
Pirate: I need a Wendy. [Hooks shoots him]
Smee: Oh, very exciting! Two dead already!

Hook: If I were you, I would give up.
Pan: If you were me, I'd be ugly.

Hook: I was dreaming, Smee, of Pan.
Smee: Pan, Cap'n?
Hook: And in my dream, I was a magnanimous fellow full of forgiveness. I thanked Pan for cutting off my hand, and for giving me this fine hook for disemboweling and ripping throats, and other such homely uses as combing my hair.
Smee: So, Pan did you a favor then, Cap'n?
Hoot: A favor? [Smee gives Hook his hook] 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.

[Peter, Wendy, John, and Michael are flying to Neverland.]

John: [Grins at Peter]
Peter: Who are you?
John: I'm John.
Peter: John... Take hold of this. [Thrusts his dirty, bare foot into John's face.]
Tinker Bell: [Gestures to Peter's foot.] TA-DAAA! [Lies back on Peter's foot, kicking her legs.]
John: [Makes a disgusted face as he slowly grabs Peter's ankle.]
Peter: [Lies back and smiles.] Both hands.
John: [Stares wide-eyed at Peter's foot, still in his hand. He pulls Peter's foot closer and grabs Peter's ankle with his other hand.]
Peter: [Begins flying straight again. John dangles behind him, still holding Peter's ankle.] Pass it on!
John: Michael, take hold of my ankle!
Michael: (Grabs John's ankle.) Wendy, take hold of my ankle!
Wendy: (Grabs Michael's ankle.)
Peter: Whatever happens, don't... let... GO!!

Wendy: Peter, what are your real... feelings?
Peter: Feelings?
Wendy: What do you feel? Happiness? Sadness? Jealousy?
Peter: Jealousy? Tink!
Wendy: Anger?
Peter: Anger. (A twig snaps) Hook.
Wendy: Love?
Peter: Love?
Wendy: Love.
Peter: I have never heard of it.
Wendy: I think you have, Peter. I daresay you've felt it yourself, for something... or someone.
Peter: (whispers in her ear) Never. Even the sound of it offends me.
Wendy: (tries to touch his face) Peter - (Peter backs away)
Peter: Why do you spoil everything? We have fun, don't we? I taught you to fight and to fly! What more could there be?
Wendy: There is so much more.
Peter: What? What else is there?
Wendy: I don't know. I think it becomes clearer when you grow up.
Peter: Well, I will not grow up. You Cannot make me. I will banish you like Tinker Bell.
Peter: Then go home! Go home and grow up! And take your feelings with you! (flies off)
Wendy: Peter! Peter, come back! Peter!

Captain Hook: Why is he? What is he? I'll have one last story before you die-- the story of Peter Pan.

Mary: George, not so loud.
Aunt Millicent: George, the neighbors will hear.
George: Let them hear! Let the whole world know! [points at Nana] This is not a nurse! This is a dog! [takes off the hat off Nana]
Mary: [gasps]
George: [to Wendy] Tomorrow, you will begin your instruction with Aunt Millicent. It's time for you to grow up!


The Lost BoysEdit

The Darling FamilyEdit

  • George
  • Mary (wife)
  • Wendy (daughter)
  • John (son)
  • Michael (son)
  • The Lost Boys:
    • Slightly (adoptive son)
    • Curly (adoptive son)
    • Nibs (adoptive son)
    • Tudy & Rudy (twin adoptive sons)
    • Tootles (adoptive son)

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