Hook/Transcript

==Transcript==
[The movie begins.]
Boy, why are you crying?
Because I couldn't get my shadow to stick.
Besides, I wasn't crying.
I shall sew it on for you, my little man. It may hurt a little.
I shall sew it on for you, my little man. It may hurt a little.
What's your name?
Wendy Moira Angela Darling.
- What's yours? - Peter Pan.
Watch your daughter. She's wonderful.
She's stealing the show.
I think it's perfectly sweet of you.
Louder.
I think it's perfectly sweet of you.
I shall give you a kiss if you like.
Don't you know what a kiss is?
I shall, once you give one to me.
Now I shall give you a kiss.
I don't ever wanna become a man. Yuck.
I always wanna be a little boy and to have fun.
We wanna be like Peter Pan We don't wanna grow up
Brad.
Yeah, I'm at my daughter's play.
When it's time to be a man We're not gonna show up
It's impossible. I'm on a plane to London tomorrow night with my family.
A children's hospital is dedicating an entire wing to Granny Wendy.
Brad....
Peter, you're missing it.
All right. I want a meeting, tomorrow a.m.
Dad, my game. You promised.
Listen, it's my son's big game.
Last game of the season. Santa Series. I gotta be there. I promised.
We'll make it short.
I'll be there. My word is my bond.
We never, never, never Never, never, never, never
Never, never, ever wanna grow up, Yuck
Strike three! You're out.
Bluejays, come on!
Jack! Come on, Bluejays!
Bluejays!
Fire it up!
Where is your father? He's missing it.
Daddy'll be here. He promised.
Jerry? Jack?
- Jim. - I said that.
Take the camera. Go to the game ahead of me. Film what I miss.
This is the speech for your grandmother's tribute.
- On cards? - Yes.
- Number those. Who wrote it? - Ned Miller.
I loved his annual report. Read it.
"Honoured guests, for the past 70 years, the Granny Wendy we honour tonight...
...has given hope and care and life to hundreds of orphans."
Great. Very personal.
Mommy, where's Daddy?
- My briefcase. - Banning.
Well...
...gotta fly.
Don't worry. More people crash in cars than plane.
It's a lot safer to fly than crossing the street.
If it's your time to go, it's your time to go.
And remember, don't let your arms get tired!
What if it's the pilot's time to go?
Come on, keep us alive, Banning! Keep us alive!
Okay, come on!
Hi, Mrs. Banning. I'm from the office. Which one's your son?
- He's up to bat! - Thank you!
Come on, Jack!
Come on, pal! Bear down! Bear down! Come on, Jack!
Don't look at me! Focus!
Stay focused! Come on, Jack. One time, Jack.
Come on, buddy! Line them up. Line them up.
Please, not a curve ball.
Mama wants a new pair of shoes. Drive me home, Jack!
That's the game!
Yeah?
Yeah, Brad, that's real good.
Plane Captain (Hook): Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, your Captain again. Please do not allow this minor turbulence to disturb you. For now, please sit back, relax. Enjoy the remainder of the flight. Thank you.
Maggie: Look what Jack drew.
That's very nice, dear.
- What's that? - Fire.
Fire. Really?
- Is that our plane? - Yep.
Who are these people?
That's Jack, that's me, that's Mom...
...and that's you.
Where's my parachute?
- I won't make it to my next birthday.
You won't die without a phone.
I got the phone in the briefcase.
Talk to him.
Why didn't I have a parachute, Jackie?
Take a wild guess.
- Jackie. - Jack.
Will you stop? You can break a window.
They're double-layered. You can't break them.
Give me that.
- You're afraid you'll get sucked out. - I'm not afraid of being sucked out.
Yes, you are. You're afraid you'll be sucked out.
Just stop.
Jack, next season, I'm coming to six games. I promise.
Yeah, be sure to buy enough videotape.
Hey.
Jack.
My word is my bond.
Yeah, junk bond!
What's the matter with you? When are you gonna stop acting like a child?
I am a child.
Grow up.
It's been a long time.
Let's have fun, Peter.
London's a magical place for children.
- It was for us. - Very expensive.
Jack, don't do that. You could put someone's eye out.
Maggie. Maggie.
- Peter, it's number 14. - Oh, 14. Sorry.
What do you say to Granny Wendy?
- "How do you do?" - Jack, get down from there.
Be careful.
Is Granny Wendy the real, real Wendy from my play?
- Yes. Sort of. - No, honey, not really.
Jackie, don't be a sloucher. Take that gum out of your mouth.
It's time to look our best. First impressions are the most important.
Shoes tied. Shirt tucked.
You know this.
Remember, you're in England, land of good manners.
Peter: Uncle Tootles.
Tootles: It's snowing!
Look at these adorable children!
It's good to see you, Libby-- Linda-- Lisa--
- Liza. - I said that.
Oh, Moira, how are you? You look wonderful!
Oh, my God!
Look at the size-- Look at you! Such a sweet thing!
- Granny Wendy will be right down. - She's upstairs? Oh, good.
- Big boy. You could play rugby. - No, baseball.
Oh, look.
- Did you do this for us? - Yes, been cooking all week.
You've been cooking? What've you been cooking? Mince pies?
Peter, look at this. Look at this.
- Who's that? - It's you.
- Was I ever that young? - Yes.
- What's gotten into you? - This house has gotten to me.
Some of those things I was when I was young have never left me.
Oh, thank God. We were children in these rooms.
Tootles: Lost, lost, lost.
Peter: Lost what?
Tootles: I've lost my marbles.
Peter: Okay… Lisa? Lisa.
Liza: Liza.
Peter: Liza, I thought he was supposed to be in a home.
Liza: It broke Wendy's heart, it did. After all, Tootles is Wendy's first orphan. Which is which?
Peter: Large bag's mine, uh, that’s one’s Moira’s and the smaller ones are the children's bags.
Hello, boy.
Hello, Wendy.
I told you, Gran, I'd get him here, by hook or by crook.
I'm sorry it's been so long between visits. I just-
It's been 10 years between visits. But never mind. Come and give me a skwoodge.
Oh, Moira, Moira, my Moira. Moria.
Who is this lovely lady? It can't be Maggie.
Maggie: Yes, it can. And know what, Great-Grandma? I just played you at school.
And don't you just look the part.
Can this giant be Jack? How much you've grown in a year.
I'm supposed to tell you about...
...congratulations for opening the orphan hospital...
...and how great the dedication is.
Yeah.
- Thank you so very much. - Welcome.
Granny Wendy: Now, there is one rule I insist be obeyed while you are in my house: No growing up. Stop this very instant. And that includes you, Mr. Chairman-of-the-Board Banning.
Peter: Sorry, too late, Gran.
And what's so terribly important about your terribly important business?
Well, you see, when a big company's in trouble...
...Dad sails in, and if there's any resistance--
He's exaggerating. I'm still into mergers and acquisitions.
And I'm dabbling in some land development.
Any resistance and he blows them out of the water.
So....
Peter, you've become a pirate.
- Peter? - What?
Brad's on the line. He says it's urgent!
- Peter, do you like my dress? - Great, Gran.
Thanks.
Hey, Brad. Good news?
What?
What Sierra Club report? I thought we had these guys.
He's trying to suck my blood. He drools all over my neck.
What did they find?
- That's a portable phone-- - A Cozy Blue Owl?
Well, listen.
Casualties of evolution.
Ask them if anybody misses the Tyrannosaurus Rex.
I do! Boy, do I ever! Wow, you kidding?
Wait a minute.
You telling me a 10-inch owl has a 50-mile mating radius?
Why don't they just fornicate someplace else?
You're telling-- A $5-billion deal is falling apart because of this?
Why doesn't somebody shoot me in the head?
Jack: Bang!
- Will everybody just shut up! - I'm sorry.
Leave me alone for one moment!
Get them out of here! I'm on the phone call of my life!
Come on, Jack. Come on. Out, out, out.
Come with me.
I'll show you the window where your father and I...
...used to stand and blow out the stars.
I should've stayed till the deal was done.
You haven't been here for 10 years. Granny asked you to visit.
I've been busy.
You promised the children some real time here.
You've looked at your cell more than them.
- That's not true. - How many more broken promises?
It's Brad, Moira. I gotta take this call.
I gotta fix this.
No, you gotta fix your family first.
Peter, hello? Peter, are you there?
What...?
- I'm sorry about your deal. - You hated the deal.
I hated the deal. But I'm sorry you feel so badly about it.
Your children love you.
They want to play with you.
How long do you think that lasts?
Soon Jack may not even want you to come to his games.
We have a few special years with our children...
...when they're the ones that want us around.
After that you'll be running after them for a bit of attention.
It's so fast, Peter.
It's a few years, then it's over.
And you are not being careful.
And you are missing it.
Peter, where are you?
Peter. Peter. Peter.
"All children, except one, grow up."
Now, you know where fairies come from, don't you, Maggie?
"When the first baby laughed for the first time...
...the laugh broke into a thousand pieces...
...and they all went skipping about.
That was the beginning of fairies."
And look.
I'm Wendy.
Or was, a long time ago.
But Jack says you're not the really "real" Wendy.
Granny Wendy: Do you see where Jack is? Well, that's the same window and this is the same room where we made up bedtime stories about Peter and Never Land and scary old Captain Hook. And do you know, Mr. Barrie…well, Sir James, our neighbour, he loved our stories so much that he wrote them all down in a book. Oh, dear me, 80 years ago.
Maggie: You're really old.
Granny Wendy: That's very true.
Peter: I'm sorry to break this up, but I have to steal Granny......or she'll be late for the most important event of her life.
Oh, dear.
Daddy, I made something for you. You're gonna love this.
It's a hug. Next time you fly, you won't have to be scared.
She's made you a parachute.
That's very clever, dear.
Jack? Jack, get away from there.
What have I told you about playing near open windows?
Keep this window closed. I told you this a hundred times.
Do we have open windows at home?
No. They've all got bars on them.
Come on, into bed.
Who took my baseball?
That mean, scary man at the window stole it.
There's no scary man.
- But he says he's a window washer. - Come on, honey.
Granny Wendy: What's this?
Jack: A baseball glove. You can catch things with it......take hot things out of the oven, or you can hit your sister with it.
Maggie: Tootles made it for me. It smells nice.
It's paper, honey.
Hey, Jack.
Faker.
Jack, you're in charge now.
This is my very special watch, so you can keep track of the time.
Don't go out, Mom. Please.
Good night.
Granny Wendy: Dear night-lights, protect my sleeping babes. Burn clear and steadfast tonight.
I read recently that they're now using lawyers instead of rats for experiments.
They do this for two reasons:
One, the scientists become less attached to the lawyers.
And two, there are certain things that even rats won't do.
I thank the board of trustees of the Ormond Street Hospital...
...for having me here this evening...
...and beg your forgiveness because normally...
...I'm used to addressing shareholders.
We don't know each other, and I doubt that we have very much in common...
...except this wonderful woman, Wendy Angela Darling.
Granny Wendy brought me in from the cold.
She taught me to read and write.
She even found people to be my parents and adopt me.
She's loved so many children...
...just so efforlete--efforse-- effortlessly.
That's her achievement.
Many of you here tonight were once lost children...
...but Granny Wendy found parents and homes for each of you...
...and saved you.
That's her miracle.
I know that if you could stand now...
...you would express much better than I have...
...your feelings of gratitude...
...appreciation...
...and warm feelings...
...for this wonderful woman.
I guess we do have something in common.
We're orphans.
Hook!
Hook.
Hook.
Hook.
Hook. Hook. Hook.
Jack....
You all right?
Wendy?
Peter: Thank you, Nigel. Norman?
Neville: Neville, sir.
Peter: Neville. Is that English?
Merry Christmas.
I was proud of you.
It was a beautiful speech.
Yes, it was.
Hello.
Liza?
Tootles?
My God. The children.
- Maggie! - Jack.
- Jack. - Maggie!
Jack! Answer me!
Maggie!
Liza: The wind came up. The door closed on me......and the children were screaming. The children were screaming!
Jack.
Maggie.
- The window. - Jackie!
- Jackie!
Granny Wendy: Peter.
Gran gently pushes the left door open. A NOTE! Stuck to the door with a strange dagger; calligraphy. Elegant signature from another age.
Peter: (reading) "Dear Peter: Your presence is required at the request of your children. Kindest personal regards, JAS. Hook, Captain."
Tootles: Have to fly. Have to fight. Have to crow. Have to save Maggie. Have to save Jack. Hooky's back.
Peter: Who?
Moria: Gran.
Inspector Good: Well, the lab boys can analyze this little lot.
Inspector Good: So we've wired the phones, and two of my lads will be outside at all times. It's possible that this whole thing is some kind of ridiculous prank.
Peter: My children are missing.
Inspector Good: Yes, but the literary history of the family and everything suggests....Well, let's hope so.
Tootles: I've forgotten how to fly.
Yeah, well, one does.
Good night, ma'am. Good night, sir.
No more happy thoughts.
Lost.
Lost.
Lost.
The police will do everything they can.
The police can do nothing.
Oh, really? Maybe we should call the American police.
In a crisis, we English always make a cup of tea.
- Moira, would you?
Peter: Tea?
Moria: Yes, of course, Gran.
Don't forget to warm the pot.
- I'll go, Moira. - Peter.
You stay.
Peter: Don't worry, Gran Wendy, I wasn't gonna leave.
Granny Wendy: Hand me my book, please.
[Peter grabs a beautiful 1911 copy of Peter and Wendy from her nightstand and hands it Gran.]
Granny Wendy: It's time to tell you, at last.
Peter: Tell me what?
Granny Wendy: How far back can you remember, Peter?
Peter: I remember the hospital on Great Ormond Street. You worked with orphans. You taught me to read, you arranged for the adoption by my American parents, Hank and Jane Banning.
Granny Wendy: You were 12, nearly 13. I mean, before that.
Peter: There's nothing before that.
Granny Wendy: Try, Peter. Do try.
Peter: Nothing.
Granny Wendy: You know, when I was young......no other girl held your favour the way I did. I half expected you to alight on the church......and forbid my vows on my wedding day. I wore a pink satin sash. But you didn't come.
Peter: Grandma?
Granny Wendy: Yes, I was an old lady when I wrapped you in blankets. A grandmother. With my 13-year-old granddaughter asleep in the bed. Moira. And when you saw her......that was when you decided not to go back to Never Land.
Peter: Where?
Granny Wendy: To Never Never Land.
Peter: Moira! Gran, I'mma go get Moira.
Granny Wendy: Do you know I've tried to tell you so many times--
Peter: Maybe the tea's ready.
Granny Wendy: I knew you'd forgotten.
Peter: Listen, I-I'm not ready to deal with this now.
Granny: Wendy: Now, I must! Peter!
Peter: What?
Granny Wendy: The stories are true. I swear to you. I swear on everything I adore. And now he's come back to seek his revenge. The fight isn't over for Captain James Hook. He wants you back. He knows you'll follow Maggie and Jack to the ends of the earth and beyond. And, by Heaven, you must find a way. Only you can save your children. Somehow, you must go back. You must make yourself remember.
Peter: Remember what?
Granny Wendy: Peter, don't you know who you are?
Granny Wendy: Yes, boy. Yes.
Sorry.
Parachute....
Firefly from Hell.
Big damn bug!
Oh, it is you! It is! A big you. It's not bad you're big. I guess it’s not that your big, you were always bigger than me. But now, maybe this means you'll be twice as much fun.
- Moira! - Oh, Peter.
What fun we'll have again! What times! What great games!
Peter: You're a little....
Tink: Fairy.
Peter: A p…p…p…
Tink: Pixie. And if less is more, there's no end to me, Peter Pan.
Peter: Peter Banning.
Tink: Pan.
Peter: Banning.
Tink: Pan.
Peter: Banning.
Tink: Well, whoever you are, it's still you. Because only one person has that smell.
Peter: Smell?
Tink: The smell of someone who's ridden the back wind, Peter. The smell of a hundred fun summers with sleeping in trees. Adventures with Indians and pirates. Oh, remember, Peter? The world was ours! We could do everything or nothing. All I had to be was anything ‘cause it was always us.
Peter: Oh, no. It's finally happened. I'm having a total nervous breakdown.
Tink: Come on, Peter, follow me and all will be well.
Peter: Or I'm dying. I'm heading towards the white light. I've left my body. See? There's my house way down there. There are my feet.
Peter: Oh, my God. Where are we going?
Tink: To save your children.
Peter: How do you know about my kids?
Tink: Everybody knows. Captain Hook's got them and you've gotta fight him! Let's fly!
It is true, then. You did grow up.
I drank poison for you. You used to call me "Tink."
- Have you forgotten everything? - Are you in there, little bug?
I'm not a bug. I'm a fairy.
I do not believe in fairies.
Every time someone says, "I do not believe in fairies"...
...somewhere a fairy falls down dead.
I do not believe in fairies!
Oh, my God, I think I killed it.
Are you alive, little bug? Look out!
Clap your hands, Peter.
It's the only way to save me.
Clap....
Louder.
Louder, Peter!
Okay, I'm clapping.
I'm clapping!
Oh, God, you're alive!
All right. Now, who am I?
Peter: Uh, You're, um....(lightly chuckles) You're a complex Freudian hallucination having something to do with my mother. And I don't know why you have wings, but you have lovely legs and your a very nice tiny person. What am I saying? I don’t know who my mother was, I'm an orphan. And I've never taken drugs. Because I missed the '60s. I was an accountant.
Tink: Guess again.
Peter: Look, stars.
Tink: That's right, Peter. Second star to the right and straight on till morning. Never Land.
Peter: What a nightmare. Moira!
Pirate: Roll out! Roll out! Hahahah! (coughs loudly)
Pirate: Never Bird! Great for a farthing!
Pirate Woman: Pies for sale!
Pirate: Lovely fish! Fresh fish! We keep the eyes in so they'll see you through the week!
Peter: Excuse me. Is there a pay phone around here?
Peter: That is so real.
Tink: Peter, get back here. Get down! Get low! Hide!
Toothless Cripple: Hello. If it ain't the Mother Inferior.
Peter: Gentlemen, I'm looking for someone.
Toothless Cripple: I fancy them shiny shoes for my booties.
Peter: I think you can get them at Armani.
Peter: Tink! Tink! Help! Help!
Peter: Tinkerball. Tinkerbutt!
Toothless Cripple: Don't get no blood on them boots! They's mine!
Peter: Help me! Tinkerbell!
Pirate: You pixie devil!
Peter: Please don't! I have a bad back!
Toothless Cripple: You pixie devil!
Peter: Are you related to Mighty Mouse?
Tink: If you insist on seeing Hook and desire to be alive, do exactly what I say, Peter. Your left arm is dead and hangs lifeless at your side. Lean on the crutch. Left foot turned in. Tilt your head and glare with your good eye! Now, crack your mouth and drool. Now growl.
Peter: Argh.
Tink: Growl!
Peter: ARGH!
Pirate: How are you?
Peter: Not bad, and you?
Pirate: Not bad!
Peter: All right.
Druscilla: Put your faces on, girls. Here comes Smee!
Prostitute 1#: Smee?
Prostitue 2#: Smee.
Tink: Follow that Hook.
Pirate: Make way for the Hook!
Pirate: Me mother loves that Hook!
Pirates: Show us the Hook! Give us the Hook! Show us the Hook! Give us the Hook! Show us the Hook!
Smee: Good morning, Never Land!
Pirate Crew: Good morning, Mr. Smee!
Smee: Tie down the main mast, mateys. Because here he is! The cunning kingfish! The bad barracuda! A man so deep, he's almost unfathomable. A man so quick, he's even fast asleep!
Smee: Thank you! Let's give him a very big hand. ‘Cause he's only got one. I give you the steel-handed stingray, Captain James Hook!
Pirate Crew: Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook!
Smee: See how greatly the men favour you, sir?
Hook: The puling spawn. How I despise them!
Smee: Go get them, Captain!
Hook: Yes.
Hook: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Well, my stupid, sorry, parasitic sacks of entrails. Revenge is mine.
Tickles (David Crosby): Long live the Hook!
Hook: I baited that Hook and now I'm very proud to announce we have his children.
Peter: My God! Jack and Maggie.
Pirate Crew: Long live the Hook! Long live the Hook! Long live the Hook! Long live the Hook!
Hook: Finally I'm going to kill Peter Pan, that cocky boy who cut off my hand and fed it to the Crocodile!
Hook: And who killed that cunning Crocodile?
Pirate Crew: Hook!
Hook: Who stuffed him?
Pirate Crew: Hook!
Hook: Who made him into a quiet clock?
Pirate Crew: Hook!
Hook: Who went to the other world and stole Pan's children?
Pirate Crew: Hook!
Hook: And who didn't believe I could do it? Who doubted me? Who amongst us does not belong?Someone here does not belong. Stranger amongst the loyal, I'll weed you out.
Hook: You!
Hook: You!
Hook: Yes. Where's the carpet, Smee?
Smee: Sorry, sir.
Hook: You! You! That's right, you! No, not you! Not you. You. You!
Hook: You bet against me bringing Pan back here, didn't you?
Gutless: No.
Hook: Tell your Captain the truth.
Hook: Say it. Say it.
Gutless: I did.
Hook: Yes, you made a boo-boo.
Gutless: I did. I did!
Hook: The Boo Box.
Gutless: Not the Boo Box!
Hook: The Boo Box.
Gutless: No!
Bill Jukes: You cannot lie to the Captain!
Noodler: Boo!
Bill Jukes: Boo!
Noodler: Boo!
Bill Jukes: Boo!
Jack: Put me down!
Maggie: I want my mommy! I want my daddy!
Hook: Hello, children. Comfy? Cozy?
Peter: Those are my kids!
Peter: Those are my kids! Jack! Jack!
Jack: Dad!
Peter: Everything's gonna be all--
Peter: It's all right. Daddy's here.
Peter: Mr. Hook, I want those kids out of that net in less than one minute or you better get an attorney and hope to God he’s better than me.
Hook: Who are you?
Peter: I'm Peter Banning, Attorney-at-Law. Those are my children and I want them back please.
Hook: Those are your-?
Peter: Children.
Hook: These are your children?
Peter: Yes.
Hook: And you're...?
Peter: Peter.
Hook: You're Peter?
Peter: Yes.
Hook: You’re Peter?
Peter: Yes.
Hook: No!
Peter: Yes.
Hook: You're Peter?
Peter: Yes! Is there an echo in here? Yes!
Hook: My great and worthy opponent?
Peter: Yes.
Hook: No. Smee, who is this impostor?
Smee: Peter flogging flying Pan!
Peter: No. I'm not Peter Pan. I am just an ordinary....
Smee: I've got a sworn affidavit by a T. Bell. I've got his medical history. I even got his dental records.
Peter: Excuse me.
Smee: Are you trying to do me out of my job? What's a'matter with you?
Peter: May I show you something? Will you let go of me just for one second?
Hook: Release him.
Peter: May I show you this?
Hook: Will you shut him up.
Smee: Oh, flog off!
Smee: Captain, put these on.
Hook: I want to see the scar.
Smee: I will show you the scar.
Hook: The hypertrophy.
Smee: Here's the scar, where you sliced him during the Tiger Lily incident. Remember?
Peter: That's my appendix!
Hook: What's this?
Smee: Fairy footprints, Captain. He's Peter Pan or I've got a dead man's dinghy.
Hook: Is it you? My great and worthy opponent? But it can't be. Not this pitiful, spineless, pasty, bloated......codfish I see before me. You're not even a shadow of Peter Pan.
Peter: I think we have an obligation to clarify this Pan problem.
Hook: This disaster.
Peter: Which must be remedied.
Hook: Expediently, I agree.
Peter: I want my children. For me the stakes can be no higher.
Hook: And for me, sir, they can have sunk no lower. And I want my war!
Pirate Crew: AYE!
Jack: Blow him out of the water, Dad!
Peter: Daddy's handling this. It's okay.
Hook: Oh, come on, Peter. Pick up your weapon.
Peter: All right.
Peter: How much?
Hook: Hoist em’, raise the kiddies!
Jack: Dad, help!
Hook: I'll make you a deal, Mr. Chairman of the Board. Fly up there......and touch the outstretched fingers of your frightened children, and I'll set them free.
Peter: I can't fly.
Hook: Come on, explode out of there! Stop this charade! Free your children!
Jack: Dad, help!
Maggie: Daddy!
Hook: I beg your pardon?
Peter: (whispers into Hook’s ear) I have a real problem with heights.
Hook: You must be joking. Peter Pan has a real problem with heights.
Peter: I'm not Peter Pan.
Jack: Dad, help!
Maggie: Daddy!
Peter: It's okay. Hang on, Son. I'm coming, sweetheart. Somebody give me a hand.
Hook: I already have.
Maggie: Help us, Daddy, help us!
Jack: Dad, come on!
Maggie: Save us, Daddy!
Tickles (David Crosby): "Save me, Daddy!"
Hook: We know who you are! What new game is this, Peter? Fly! Stop pretending!
Pirate: Flap your arm and fly!
Smee: Fly! I know it's you!
Pirate: Maybe the Crocodile ‘ill getcha!
Pirate: Oi, look at ‘im, T!
Tink: Be the Pan you are. Fly. Fly. Think a happy thought.
Maggie: All you have to do is touch our fingers and we'll be able to go home.
Hook: Touch them, Peter, and it's all been just a bad dream! Just reach out and touch them!
Pirate: Flap your arm and fly!
Jack: Reach.
Maggie: Come on, Daddy. Mommy could do it.
Hook: Smee, I don't understand. Why doesn't he fly? Is it not Peter Pan?
Smee: He's Peter Pan, all right, Captain. He's been away from Never Land so long, his mind's been gentrified. He's forgotten everything.
Jack: Please don't give up.
Jack: Dad. I want to go home.
Hook: Gentlemen, I'm afraid I have decided to cancel the war.
Pirate: He can't fly, but he can swim!
Hook: Kill them. Kill them all.
Jack: Dad!
Pirate: Bring on the plank!
Hook: And I never want to hear the name Peter Pan again!
Tink: What about the name Hook? Is that how you want to be remembered as a bully? Or as the great warrior who defeated a heroic Pan?
Tink: One week and I'll get him in shape, and you can have your dirty old war.
Smee: It's a trick, Captain! Let me blast that buzzing vixen to Pixie Hell!
Hook: Smee.
Tink: You promised people the war of the century. Your whole life has been building to this. Mortal combat, glory. Hook versus Pan!
Hook: That is not Pan.
Hook: Two days.
Tink: Four. Bare minimum for a decent Pan.
Hook: Three. Final offer.
Tink: Done.
Hook: And you'd better deliver, Miss Bell......or no amount of clapping will bring you back from where I will send you.
Hook: Hear me, men. I've decided that the so-called Pan will return in three days to commence the arbitrament of the sword. Smee, translate.
Smee: In three days we’re gonna have a war. A battle between good and evil, to the death.
Tink: Peter!
Noodler: Whoops.
Peter: Help me.
Tink: Peter!
Peter: Snow! What...? What?
Peter: Help! HELP! Get me down! Help! Help!
Tink: Oh, you're alive!
Peter: Oh, get me down! I believe!
Tink: Lost Boys! Lost Boys! Wake up! Pan's back! Lost Boys! Lost Boys! Wake up!
Boy: That was my pillow!
Don't Ask: [stammers] I'm.. I'm..I'm up.
Tink: Wake up, you sleepyheads!
No Nap: Pan’s back! Pan’s back! Pan!
Lost Boys: Pan's back! Pan's back! Pan!
Latchboy: Pan! Pan!
Thud: Who's the shrub?
Lost Boys: Bangerang! Pan?
Don't Ask: That ain't Peter Pan.
No Nap: He's old.
Latchboy: He's fat!
Thud: Not so fat to me.
Too Small: He's an old, fat grandpa man.
Boys: Rufio! Rufio! Rufio!
Peter: Oh, That is so dangerous.
[Rufio lands]
Peter: That's enough! Okay, mister. All right. The show's over. Now you put that thing away! Now put it down before you poke somebody's eye out. You're not old enough to shave. What are you doing with a sword? Kids flying around! This is an insurance nightmare! What's this? Some sort of Lord of the Flies preschool? Where are your parents? Who's in charge here?
[The Lost Boys all point at Rufio]
Peter: No. No, Mr. Skunkhead-with-too-much-mousse…you are just a punk kid. I want to speak to a grownup!
Rufio: All grownups are pirates!
Peter: Excuse me?
Rufio: We kill pirates.
Peter: I'm not a pirate. It so happens I am a lawyer.
Rufio: Kill the lawyer!
Lost Boys: Kill the lawyer!
Peter: I'm not that kind of lawyer.
Peter: [High pitch] I've been shot!
Peter: Help! Help me, somebody!
Tink: Boys boys, listen! He married Wendy's granddaughter! Hook's kidnapped his kids. He's just out of shape. We have to make him bangerang!
Peter: No, no! Please stop! Why are you doing this to me?
Tink: Rufio, you're the best with a sword. Please teach him. We gotta make him remember.
Peter: Excuse me.
Peter: Help me! 
Boys: Help me!
Peter: Not you! 
Boys: Not you!
Peter: Helmet! Oh, my! A wall.
Tink: Lost Boys, stop! Stop it!
Boy: Play!
Don't Ask: Play.
Rufio: You're dead, jolly man.
Tink: He can't do those things. He can't even play simple games Hook has got his kids, and I've got three days..three days to get him ready to fight. And I need everybody's help.
Too Small: Peter Pan's gots kids?
Rufio: He can't fly, fight or crow. So..if any of you says this here scug ain't Peter Pan.. ..cross the line.
Peter: Hi. What? I'll be right back. What?
Tink: You are embarrassing me.
Pockets: Oh, there you are, Peter!
No Nap: But, Peter....you've grown up. You promised never to grow old.
Boy: Peter..
Don't Ask: His nose got real big.
Too Small: Well, welcome back to Never Land, Pan the Man.
Rufio: Don't listen to that fairy and that brainless fungus I got Pan's sword! I'm the Pan now! You think this guy's gonna take it from me? Rufio?
Pockets: Wait! If Tink believes, maybe he is.
Rufio: Are you gonna follow this drooler against Capitán Hook?
Pockets: What's he doing here if he's not Peter Pan, huh? He don't look happy here. And who are them kids Hook's got? Give him a chance!
Peter: Those are my kids... .and Hook is gonna kill them unless we do something. Help me. Please?
Tink: Yeah, come on! Give him a chance!
[Meanwhile in Pirate Town, aboard the Jolly Roger]
Hook: Well, I should claw myself with my own hook, Smee. Not to kill Pan when I had the chance? What have I done? What have I done, Smee? Agreed to a preposterous plan, an absurd war. Now I'm bound by my indefatigable good form to wait.
Smee: I'll fix you a nice plate.
Hook: Wait for what? Whether it be three days or decades, he will always be a fat, old Pan. I hate being disappointed, Smee. And I hate living in this flawed body! And I hate living in Never Land! And I hate, I hate....I hate Peter Pan! Smee? Smee? Smee, I've just had a sublime vision. All the jagged parts of my life... ..have come together to form a complete and mystical whole. An epiphany.
Smee: A "piphy" what?
Hook: My life is over.
Smee: Does that mean you've lost your appetite?
Hook: Yes. Goodbye.
Smee: Hook. Where you going? Are you getting dramatic?
Hook: Goodbye, Smee.
Smee: Captain, why don't we play with your island? All the little Indians and the soldiers and all the Lost Boys? Here we go.
Hook: No stopping me this time, Smee. This is it. Don't make a move, Smee. Not a step. My finger's on the trigger. Don't try to stop me, Smee.
Smee: Oh, not again.
Hook: This is it. Don't try to stop me this time, Smee. Don't try to stop me this time, Smee. Don't you dare try to stop me this time, Smee. Try to stop me.
Hook: Smee, you better get up off your ass. Get over here, Smee!
Smee: I'm coming! I’m coming! I’m coming!
Hook: Stop me! This is not a joke! I'm committing suicide!
Hook: Don't ever frighten me like that again.
Smee: I’m sorry.
Hook: What are you, some kind of a sadist?
Smee: I'm sorry, I’m sorry. How do you feel now?
Hook: I want to die.
Smee: Oh, now, now.
Hook: There's no adventure here.
Smee: You call this no adventure?
Hook: Death is the only great adventure I have left, Smee.
Smee: Come on, come on, let's get you into bed.
Hook: It’s all over. I’m so tired, I want to go beddy-bye.
Smee: Look, don't upset yourself, Captain. Your still you and I’m still me. There’s wars you haven’t even though of yet.
Hook: My career is over. This is supposed to be the war to end all wars.
Smee: And it will be, Captain.
Hook: The ultimate war. There must be a way to get at him, Smee, to get even with him..to get him where it really would hurt. There must be something I haven't thought of. Where is he vulnerable?
Smee: No more of this talk about doing away with yourself. I mean, what would the world be like without Captain Hook?
Hook: Indeed. Good form, Smee. What would the world be like without Captain Hook?
Smee: There you go.
Hook: I'm ready for my nightcap.
Smee: Abso-flogging-lutely. I think a bit of skulduggery would do you good. Take your mind off this Pan business. First thing tomorrow morning, we'll shoot some Indians outta Long Tom.
Hook: I'm tired of killing Indians and Lost Boys. I’ve been killing them most of my life. I want to kill Peter Pan. I wanna kill him! Hear me? I want to kill him.
Smee: Oh, dear. I've just had an apostrophe.
Hook: I think you mean an "epiphany."
Smee: Lightning has just struck my brain.
Hook: Well, that must hurt.
Smee: Pan's kids...
Hook: What about them?
Smee: You could make them like you.
Hook: Say, what?
Smee: No, no, no. We could make the little buggers love you.
Hook: No, Smee. No little children love me.
Smee: Captain, that is the point.
Hook: What do you mean?
Smee: That is the ultimate revenge.
Hook: What is?
Smee: Pan's kids in love with Hook.
Hook: What are you getting on about?
Smee: It's the ultimate payback, Captain.
Hook: What is?
Smee: Imagine Pan's puss...when he faces you, and his kids…...standing beside you…...ready to fight for the sleaziest sleaze of the seven seas, Captain James Hook. Oh, Captain, it's beautiful.
Hook: Yes, I see.
Smee: Don’t mind if I do, Captain. Thank you very much.
Hook: You know, Smee……I like it. I like it, I like it! Oh, Smee, what a superb idea I've just had! Tomorrow, I’ll make Pan's brats love me. Oh, Peter Pan will fly again. He'll remember how. And if he doesn't, those dirty Lost Boys will jog his memory. Oh, yes, you'll see. He'll crow, he'll fight, he'll fly...and then, he'll die.
Pick 'em up
Move 'em down
Pick 'em on up
Move 'em on down
Ain't no time to celebrate
You are old and overweight
Gotta lose a million pounds
Get your fat butt off the ground Reach on down and touch your toes
How long since you looked at those?
Shape up
Lose weight
Get thin
Gotta win
Jumping jacks are good for you
Now your face is turning blue
Swing your arms around your back
Give yourself a heart attack
Gotta train
In the rain
In the sun
In the snow
Ten below
Gotta move
Gotta crow
Peter:Go easy on me. I'm a beginner.
Rudio:All right, gramps. Give it your best shot.
Tink:Rufio's only trying to help. Listen. Learn.
Peter:Okay, you ready? I don't wanna hurt you.
Latchboy:Watch your skin! You don't have armor on.
Rufio: Be Bangerang, old man.
All:Be Bangerang!
Peter:What are you doing? How does this help me get my kids back? What do I have to do next?
Thud:Next, time to fly.
Boys:Just think happy thoughts. - Come on, think happy thoughts.
Tink: All you need is one happy thought, Peter, just one happy thought and it'll make you fly.
Peter: I got it! Not being in this slingshot would make me very happy!
Latchboy: He's going up! He’s going up!
Thud: He's coming down!
Hook: Now, pay attention, class. We have a lot to go over. "Lesson one: Why parents hate their children." Anyone?
Maggie: Doesn't Mommy read to us every night?
Hook: You, the cute little urchin in the front row.... Won't you share your thoughts with the whole class?
MAggie: Yes. I said Mommy reads to us every night because she loves us very much.
Hook: Loves you? Isn't that the, uh....
Smee: The L word, Captain.
Hook: No, child. I think your mother reads to you every night in order to stupefy you to sleep so that she and Daddy can sit down for three measly minutes without you and your mindless and inexhaustible, unstoppable, repetitive and nagging demands: "He took my toy.” “She hid my bear.” “I want to potty. I want a cookie. I want to stay up.” “I want, I want, I want!” “Me, me, me, me!” “Mine, mine, mine, mine!” “Now, now, now!” Can't you understand, child? They tell you stories to shut you up.
Smee: And conk you out.
Maggie:[To Jack] That's not true, Jack. [to Hook]You're a liar!
Hook: Lie? Me? Never. The truth is far too much fun. Oh, my child, before you were born, your parents would stay up all night together. just to see the sunrise. Don't be frightened. Maggie, before you were born, they were happier. They were free.
Maggie: [whispers] You are a bad man.
Hook: Smee, flunk the maggot.
Smee: Abso-flogging-lutely.
Maggie: An F? An F? He gave me an F!
Hook: Jack. Your father went to your sister's school play, did he not? But did he go to your baseball game?
Jack: How'd you know about that?
Hook: He missed the most important game on what might have been the most important day...of your young life.
Maggie: I wanna tear your hook off!
Hook: Easy.
Maggie: I hate, I hate you, Mr. Hook!
Hook: What did I tell you, Smee? No little children love me.
Smee: Of course they do. Come on, you. You're depressing the Captain.
Hook: Get that little squidling out of here.
Maggie: Jack, you listen to me! Never Land makes you forget! Never forget...Mommy or Daddy! Think of a way to run home, Jack! Run home!
Jack: Run home?
Hook: Jack. You are home. Right?
Latchboy: No, no, no. We don't use them.
Peter: Why do you have them?
Latchboy: We have those so we don't have to use them.
Thud: Don't crowd me!
Latchboy: [Annoyed] Thud!
Rufio: Everybody say grace.
Peter: Bless this, O Lord--
Boys: Grace!
Boy: All of my favorite Never Foods! Yams, mamey apples and banana squash!
Thud: Wash it down, calabash and papaw!
Pockets: Can you blow on this? Thank you.
Thud: This is good.
Thud: Are you eating that?
Peter: No, please.
Tink: Eat.
Peter: What's the deal? Where's the real food?
Tink: If you can't imagine yourself being Peter Pan, you won't be Peter Pan, so eat up!
Peter: Eat what? There's nothing here. Gandhi ate more than this.
Tink: Don't you remember? This used to be your favourite game.
Peter: Forget the games. I want real food. I want steak, I want eggs- I want a cup of coffee
Rufio: You can't. Eat your heart out, you crinkled, wrinkled fat bag!
Peter: You're very ill-mannered young man. Do you know that?
Rufio: You're a slug-eating worm.
Tink: Come on! You can do better than that!
Peter: I can believe you're encouraging this.
Rufio: Yeah. Show me your fastball, dust brain! You paunchy, sag-bottomed puke pot!
Boys: Bangerang, Rufio!
Peter: You're a very poor role model for these kids, you know that? I bet you don't even have a fourth-grade reading level.
Rufio: Hemorrhoidal sucknavel.
Peter: Maybe a fifth-grade reading level.
Rufio: Boil-dripping, beef-fart sniffing bubble butt.
Boys: Bangerang, Rufio!
Peter: Someone has a severe caca mouth. Do you know that?
Rufio: You are a fart factory! Slug-slime sack of rat guts and cat vomit..cheesy scab…picked pimple-squeezing finger bandage! A week-old maggot burger with everything on it and flies on the side!
Peter: Substitute chemistry teacher.
Lost Boy: Come on, Rufio, hit him back.
Rufio: Mung tongue!
Peter: Math tutor.
Rufio: Pinhead.
Peter: Prison barber.
Rufio: Mother lover.
Peter: Nearsighted gynecologist.
Rufio: In your face, camelcake!
Peter: In your rear, cow derrière!
Rufio: Lying, crying, spying, prying ultra-pig!
Peter: You lewd, crude bag of pre-chewed food dude.
Thud: Bangerang, Peter!
Rufio: You man! Stupid, stupid man!
Peter: Rufio, If I'm a maggot burger, why don't you just eat me? You zebra-headed, slime-coated, pimple-farming, paramecium brain...munching on your own mucus suffering from Peter Pan envy!
Don't Ask: What's a "paramecium brain"?
Peter:I'll tell you what a paramecium is! That's a paramecium! It's a one-celled critter with no brain that can't fly! Don't mess with me, man I'm a lawyer!
Lost Boys: Banning, Banning, Banning!
Rufio: Rufio! Rufio!
Peter: Oh, Rufio, why don't you just go suck on a dead dog's nose?
Too Small: You're doing it.
Peter: Doing what?
Pockets: Using your imagination, Peter.
Thud: You're playing with us, Peter.
Boys: You're doing it, Peter.
Pockets: Drink your papaw, Peter. How is it?
Peter: Bangerang.
Thud: Peter, catch!
Ace: Hey, Pockets...catch!
Pockets: Oh, Don't Ask!
Peter: Bangerang!
Tink: No! Ahh! [gets get by the food] Haha!
Rufio: Hey, Pan the Man, catch this!
Tink: Peter, look out!
Boy: Peter, watch out!
Thud: Bangerang.
Thud: Peter.…can I talk to you?
Peter: Sure, Thud.
Thud: I remember Tootles.
Peter: You do?
Thud: He was lost too.
Peter: How could you know Tootles?
Thud: He was a Lost Boy. These are his marbles. These are his happy thoughts.
Peter: He really did lose his marbles, didn’t he?
Thud: Yeah, he lost them good. Peter, you know what? My happy thought will help you.
Peter: What's your happy thought, Thud?
Thud: Mine's my mother. Do you remember your mother, Peter?
Peter: Wish I could. Shh, listen.
Maggie: [Singing]
Jack: My mom sang that song.
Smee: My young Jack, tell me about the game of baseball. I can't remember. Are the mates standing or are they on horseback?
Maggie: [singing] The stars are all my friends Till the night-time ends So I know I'm not alone When I'm here on my own Isn't that a wonder When you're alone You're not alone Not really alone
Too Small: Good night, Never Land!
Hook: What is it? I hear it. I hear it again. Smee, it's that crocodile back from the dead. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock! Is that the clock?
Smee: You killed that croc years ago, Captain. We smash every clock we find. Little elf didn't know any better.
Hook: To the museum, at once.
Pirate: Shine them up! Put a fresh coat of varnish on your peg, right here!
Pirate: Treasure maps! Authentic treasure maps! Trade ‘em here!
Hook: Come on, Jack. Come on, laddie, I want you to see this. Broken clocks....Each one ticked its last tock, and now all is well. Just listen.
Jack: I don't hear anything.
Hook: I know! Good form! Exactly. Jack, you see this? Come over here. You can take it. This is Barbecue's very own bedside clock. He was quite an infamous pirate. You see, Jack, I smashed this clock immediately after I gutted him.
Smee: And his ship made such a pretty bonfire on the waves.
Hook: Such a pretty, pretty……What is that I hear? A ticking. Smee, stop the ticking! Stop that! Stop that "tick-tick"!
Smee: There's no ticking here. There's nothing left to tick.
Jack: Oh, my God.
Hock: This is for the ticking that might have been.
Smee: Abso-flogging-lutely!
Hook: Get his father's watch!
Smee: Right.
Hook: Go on. You know you want to. Give it a try. Go on.
Jack: This is for…never letting me blow bubbles in my chocolate milk!
[he smashes the watch]
Smee: Yes!
Hook: Ha ha! Good form! Bravo!
Smee: There you go! In’t that wonderful?
Jack: This is for never letting me jump on my own bed.
Hook: Make time stand still, laddie.
Jack: For always making promises and breaking them! For never doing anything with me.
Hook: For a father who's never there, Jack. Jack, for a father who didn't save you on the ship.
Jack: [Sadly] Who wouldn't save us....
Hook: Who couldn't save you, Jack.
Jack: He wouldn't. He didn't even try. He was there, we were there, and he wouldn't try.
Hook: Jack, he will try. And the question will be: When the time comes, do you want to be saved? Now, don't you answer now. No, no, no, no. Now it's time to be whatever you want to be. Put behind you any thoughts of home...that place of broken promises.
Jack: That what?
Hook: Have I ever made a promise, Jack.…..I have not kept? Have I, Son?
Peter: Come on. Let's go. I don't like this game.
Latchboy: “Steal Hook's hook as fast as you can.”
Pockets: “It'll make you proud.”
Thud: “Then you crow like Pan.”
Hook: Confound it, Druscilla, glove me. The game is about to start. I need my bubbly. Give me my bubbly.
Pirates: Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook!
Lost boy: [Whispers] Steal Hook's hook, then crow!
Don't Ask: Yeah.
Hook: Jackie, boy! Jack! This is for all the games your daddy missed. Hook would never miss your game, Son.
Too Small: You're almost there. Just take it.
Pockets: What's he looking at?
No Nap: Come on, you're this close.
Don't Ask: What's the matter? It's right here.
Latchboy: What's wrong?
Thud: Grab it, come on. Grab it, Peter.
Peter: Come on, Jack.
Smee: And one. and a-two....And at toodle-loodle-loo!
Pirate: Strike!
Peter: Wait for the good pitches. [pirate voice] Wait for the good pitches.
Men: Jack! Jack! He's our man. If he can't do it, no one can!
Pirate: He's stealing second!
[Noodler pulls out a large flintlock pistol and shoots the player, who comically falls down dead. Smee, pats himself down to make sure he wasn’t shot.]
Hook: No, no, no! No, now stop it! We're playing this game according to Master Jack's rules! Bad form! it down now! Let's resume the game. Very violent sport, isn't it, baseball?
Peter: Come on, Jack!
Men: Run home, Jack! Run home, Jack!
Jack: "Run home, Jack."
Hook: Smee, no, no, no! They've got it backwards! Tell them to turn it around!
Jack: Maggie?
Smee: Switch!
Men: Home run, Jack! Home run, Jack! Home run, Jack!
Peter: Home run, Jack. Home run, Jack. He can't hit the curve.
Smee: Jack!
Hook: My Jack!
Peter: My Jack.
Hook: You did it! Hoist him up! That's my boy! You did it, Son!
Prostitues: Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate? Jack! Jack! Yay, Jack!
Peter: Gotta fly. Happy thought. Happy thought, happy thought, happy thought, happy.... One great, big happy thought! Less is more. Less is more. I can...!
Peter: "Tootles. Wendy. John. Michael. Peter."
Tink: Be careful, Peter. You're a lot taller than you used to be. Well, say something. Do you like my dress?
Peter: You look beautiful. What's the occasion?
Tink: You are. It's a welcome-home party.
Peter: What happened here?
Tink: Hook.
Peter: Hook.
Tink: Burnt it when you didn't come back.
Peter: A Kiss. Wendy. This is Wendy's house. Tootles and Nibs built it for her. I remember. Wendy used to sit in that chair.
Tink: Yes.
Peter: But it wasn't there. It was here. We used to sit here while she'd darn socks and tell us stories. She slept here. Tink, your apartment was right here.
Tink: Yes.
Peter: Little Michael in his basket bed right here. John.
[Peter rushes to the other side where he found a small teddy bear.]
Peter: Teddy. My Teddy. Mother used to put him in the pram to keep me company I remember my mother. I remember her.
[Flashbacks begin from his childhood. As a baby, we was listening to his mother discussing the future.]
Peter's Mother: You can be sure, very fine schools indeed. First, he will attend Whitehall, then Oxford And of course....after graduation, he will prepare for a judgeship in the highest court...making time for marriage and family and all of that. Just like his father.
Tink: Isn't that what grownups want for their children?
Peter: I was afraid because I didn't want to grow up because everybody who grows up has to die someday. So I ran away. Tink...you came and you saved me. You brought me to Never Land. You taught me to fly. But I was still a little boy, and I missed my mother. So I decided to fly home to my very own window. But it was shut. They'd forgotten about me.I found other windows to visit, ones that weren't shut closed on me. That's how I met Wendy. I chased my shadow in her nursery. I expected my shadow and I would join together like drops of water.
[Young Peter tries to get his shadow back but he fails doing so.]
Young Wendy: Boy. [Peter hears her and gets up] Why are you crying?
Young Peter: What's your name?
Young Wendy: Wendy Moira Angela Darling. What's yours?
Peter: I came back many times for Wendy, always in the spring.
Young Wendy: Peter!
Peter: And Wendy kept getting older..and older. And then I came back the last time.
Wendy: Peter, I can't come with you. I've forgotten how to fly. I'm old, Peter. Ever so much more than 20 I grew up a long time ago.
Young Peter: No, no, no...you promised!
Wendy: I have children of my own now. They have children of their own. That's my grandchild, Moira asleep in the bed.
Peter: When I saw her lying there sleeping....at that moment something changed in me forever.
Young Peter: I shall give her a kiss.
Wendy: No. No, Peter. No buttons, no thimbles. I couldn't bear her heart to be broken when she finds she can't keep you.
Young Peter: No. I mean a real kiss.
[Tink from the outside watches but was sadden when Peter kisses Moira. The small thimble fell to the ground. we switch to the present]
Tink: I can see why you have trouble finding a happy thought. So many sad memories, Peter.
Peter: Bye, Teddy. Not Teddy. Daddy! Daddy.
Moria: Peter, you're a daddy.
Peter: [memory] Hi, Jack.
Peter: I know why I came back I know why I grew up. I wanted to be a father.
Peter: [memory] I'm a daddy.
Peter: My happy thought. I got it. I got it! I found it! I lost it.
Tink: Just hold that happy thought, Peter!
Thud: Peter Pan!
No Nap: Pan. Pan! He's back! He's back! He's back!
Peter: Play! Play!
Rufio: You are the Pan. You can fly, you can fight and you can crow.
Peter: Tink, you in there? Are you sad?
Tink: No, I'm neither. Please go away.
Peter: Oh, you're sick. Maybe you need a Band-Aid. Or a thermometer! Thermometer make it all better. That's how Nibs made the Wendy lady better.
Tink: Oh, no, Peter! It's not about that!
Peter: Yes, it is! Nibs put the thermometer in her mouth. Felt all better. Tink, don't we have the greatest adventures?
Tink: Do you remember your next great adventure to save your kids?
Peter: Kids? Peter Pan's got kids?
Tink: Why are you in Never Land?
Peter: Well that's easy. To always be a little boy and have fun. I like this game. Ask me another one.
Tink: Oh, dear me! I did it.
Peter: Tink, look what happened! You broke your house. You're humongous.
Tink: This is the only wish I ever wished for myself. This is the biggest feeling I've ever, ever felt. And this is the first time I've been big enough to have it. Peter, I wanna give you a kiss. No, I mean a real kiss. I love you, Peter Pan.
Peter: I love...her.
Tink: "Her" who?
Peter: Mo-- Moira! I love Moira….and Jack and Maggie. Jack and Maggie....I have a plan. Tink? Come on. You gotta come.
Tink: When it's all over, you'll leave and never come back again. What are you staring at, Peter? Save them. Go save them. You silly ass, go.
Hook: Jack, it's a very special time whe a pirate receives his first earring. Such a very beautiful feeling. It's like the first time you run someone through with your blade. Now, Jack..I'm gonna ask you to bend your head ever so slightly A little more. That's it. And brace yourself, lad, because this....is really going to hurt. Smee, what is that?
Jack: Who is that, Captain?
Hook: It's Peter Pan. Has it been three days? 'Tis true, Peter...…time does fly. And so do you, I see. How did you ever manage to fit int those smashing tights again, Peter?
Peter: Hand over my son now and you and your men may go free.
Hook: Why don't you ask the lad yourself. Jack, someone to see you, Son.
Peter: Jack, give me your hand. We're going home.
Jack: I am home.
Hook: [laughing] Good form. You see, Peter, he is my son He loves me dearly. And I'm prepared to fight dearly for him. I've waited long to shake your hand with this Peter Pan, prepare to meet thy doom!
Peter: You dark and sinister man, have at thee.
Hook: Don't you love it, laddie? Once you've shed blood, it's hard to stop! It's a pirate's life, my lad!
Peter: Jack, Jack!
Jack: Don't I know him?
Hook: No, you've never seen him before!
Peter: Jack, you won't believe this I found my happy thought. It took me three days, then guess what happened when I did? Up I went! You know what my happy thought was? It was you.
Jack: That's my dad, but...he hates to fly.
Peter: Bangerang!
Lost Boys: Bangerang!
Hook: Call out the village militia. We'll need every last man!
Smee: If there's anybody not fighting, get here quick!
Peter: Form ranks!
Hook: Form ranks!
Peter: Get ready to show them the white light we're made of, boys!
Hook: Remember the fires from Hell that forged you! Charge!
Peter: Now!
Pirate: My eyes! My eyes!
Peter: We'll show you who's chicken! Watch this!
Hook: Smee! Do something intelligent!
Smee: "Smee, Smee"! What about Smee? Smee, Smee, Smee, Smee! What about Smee? Smee’s me. What about me?
Thud: Thud ball!
Pockets: Fire!
Thud: Gangway! Look out below!
Don't Ask: Help! Somebody help!
Latchboy: Here we go. Take it, take it, take it!
Thud: Lost Boys, down!
Pirate: My eyes!
Smee: It's time for Smee.
Pirate: Where do you think you're going? Get away from that window!
Rufio: Hook!
Hook: Rufio.
Peter: No! The old man is mine.
Maggie: Jack! Save me!
Peter: Maggie.
Hook: Rufio.
Pirate: Get down here.
Peter: Maggie! Maggie!
Maggie: Jack! Ja- Daddy!
Pirate: Wait, ain't you--
Peter: Peter Pan.
Maggie: Daddy!
Peter: Maggie.
Maggie: Daddy! Daddy? Peter Pan's my dad?
Peter: Maggie.
Pirate: Get it off me!
Peter: I'll never lose you again.
Pockets: Lost Boys, we got them on the run!
Smee: Here comes Pan!
Rufio: Lookie, lookie, I got Hooky.
[He was quickly off guard with Hook stabbing his chest causing Jack to go in shock.]
Peter: Hook! NO!
[Rufio fell to the ground as Peter catches him. Rufio had lost a lot of blood.]
Rufio: [dying] Do you know what I wish?
Peter: What?
Rufio: I wish I had a dad... ...like you.
[Rufio slowly dies. Jack realizes what he had become.]
Jack: Oh, Dad, I'm sorry.
Hook: Are you ready for me, Peter? Come on. Humor the Hook.
Jack: Dad. [he takes off his hat] I wanna go home.
Hook: What are you talking about? You are home. Peter. Where are you going?
Peter: Lost Boys.
Hook: Peter! Where are you going? Come back here and fight me! Or I'll find you wherever you are! Bad form, Peter! Come back.
Maggie: [upset] You need a mother very, very badly!
Hook: Smee! Follow me!
Smee: Just moving your personal, sir.
Hook: Peter, I swear to you, wherever you go, wherever you are....I vow there will always be daggers bearing notes signed "James Hook." They will be flung at the doors of your children's children's children. Do you hear me?
Peter: What do you want, old man?
Hook: Just you.
Peter: You've got me, James Hook. Pan "The Avenger" is back.
Hook: And the Hook is waiting, Peter Pan.
Peter: Put up your swords boys. It's Hook and me this time.
Hook: Prepare to die, Peter.
Peter: To die would be a great adventure.
Hook: Death is the only adventure you have left.
Peter: I remember you being a lot bigger.
Hook: To a 10-year-old, I'm huge.
Peter: No pain, no gain, James!
Boys: Pan!
Peter: Good form, old man.
Hook: You know you're not really Peter Pan, don't you? This is only a dream. You'll wake up, you'll be Peter Banning...a selfish man who drinks too much...who's obsessed with success...and runs and hides from his wife and children.
Too Small: I believe in you.
No Nap:I believe in you.
Pockets: I believe in you, Peter.
Maggie: I believe in you.
Jack: You are the Pan. You're Peter Pan.
Tink:I believe in you...Peter Pan.
Jack: Bad form!
Latchboy: Jack, stop!
Peter: Now we end this.
Hook: You blackguard!
Peter: Hello! Tick-tock, tick-tock.....Hook's afraid of an old dead Croc! I think not! I think James Hook' afraid of time, ticking away!
Hook: Good form, Peter. I am fallen. Give me my dignity. You took my hand. You owe me something.
Peter: You killed Rufio. You kidnapped my children. You deserve to die.
Hook: Strike, Peter Pan. Strike true.
Maggi: Daddy, let's go home. Please? He's just a mean old man without a mommy.
Jack: Yeah, Dad, let's go. He can't hurt us anymore.
Hook: Bless you, child. Good form, Jack. After all, what would the world be like without…Captain Hook?
Peter: I want you to take your ship and go. I never want to see your face in Never Land again.
Everyone: Peter, look out!
Hook: Fools! James Hook is Never Land! Whenever children read, it will say: "Thus perished Peter Pan." What's happening? What is happening? I want my Mommy!
Too small: Hook's gone.
Peter: Bangerang!
Lost boys: Bangerang!
[everyone celebrated as Jack and Maggie watch]
Too Small:What's wrong, Peter?
Peter:I can't stay and play. I've done what I came to do and now I have to go back.
Lost boy:No, Peter. Please.
Peter:Tink, make my kids glow. Jack, Maggie, all you have to do is think one happy thought. ..and you'll fly like me.
Maggie:Mommy!
Jack:My dad....Peter Pan.
Peter:Tink, you know the way. I'll be just behind you.
Thud:Don't leave us, Peter, and don't say goodbye.
Too Small:What's "goodbye"?
Latchboy:It's going away. That's what it is. Forgetting about us all over again.
Peter:You're all my Lost Boys. I'll never forget you. Never. So who do I leave in charge? I want you to take care of everyone who's smaller than you.
Thud:Okay.
Too Small:Then who do I look after?
Peter:Never Bugs. Little ones.
Too Small:That was a great game.
Peter:Thank you for believing.
Jack: I know her.
Maggie:She looks like an angel. Let's not wake her yet.
Jack:Okay.
Wendy: My dear child, have you been up all night?
Moira: I see them in their bed so often in my dreams. When I wake up, they're still there.
Maggie: Mommy!
Jack: Mom!
Peter: Tink? Tink? Tink?
Sweeper [Smee]: Hello. Having trouble with the missus? You will have, by the time you get home.
Peter: Tink.
Tink: Say it, Peter. Say it and mean it.
Peter: I believe in fairies.
Tink: Do you know that place between sleep and awake……where you still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you……Peter Pan. That's where I'll be waiting.
Peter: Nana! Oh, give us a kiss! Come here, you drool machine! Maggie, Moira, Jack! Tink? Brad! Hi! Have you been holding this long? I'm incredible! Yeah. Never Land. Lost Boys. Jim Hook. Duel to the death. I'll fill you in later. Listen, I'd love to chat....but I'm gonna climb a drainpipe now. Why? Because I ran out of fairy dust. If not, I would've flown up. "Why?"
Jack: There were pirates--!-
Maggie: And monsters there. Just like you said!
Peter: Maggie, Moira, Jack. Granny Wendy Let me in. Please.
Jack:Excuse me, do you have an appointment?
Peter: What did I tell you about this window Always keep it open! Never, ever, ever close.... I have to take this. Have you ever known what it's like to feel the exhilaration of really flying? Feel this.
Moria:Where have you been?
Maggie:Fly me, Daddy. Fly me!
Peter: Anytime, Maggie. To infinity and back again.
Tootles: Hello, Peter. I missed the adventure again, didn't I?
Peter: I think these belong to you.
Tootles: Look! See, look! I didn't lose my marbles after all! Wendy, look! See? I didn't lose my marbles after all!
Wendy: Hello, boy.
Peter: Hello, Wendy lady. Give us a skwoodge.
Wendy: Boy, why are you crying?
Peter: I don't know. A tear for every happy thought.
Wendy: One for me?
Jack: One for me?
Maggie: One for me?
Tootles: And one for me! Seize the day!
Wendy: So your adventures are over.
Peter: Oh, no. To live....To live would be an awfully big adventure.
The End
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