J.M. Barrie: It seems to me that Peter's trying to grow up too fast. I imagine he thinks that grown-ups don't hurt as deeply as children do when they... when they lose someone. I lost my older brother David when I was just Peter's age, and it nearly destroyed my mother.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: James, I'm so sorry. Your poor mother. I can't imagine losing a child.
J.M. Barrie: She didn't get out of bed for months, she wouldn't eat. I tried everything to make her happy but she only wanted David. So one day I dressed myself in David's clothing and I went to her.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: You must have frightened her to death.
J.M. Barrie: I think it was the first time she ever actually looked at me, and that was the end of the boy James. I used to say to myself he'd gone to Neverland.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Where?
J.M. Barrie: Neverland. It's a wonderful place... I've not spoken about this before to anyone- ever.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: What's it like, Neverland?
J.M. Barrie: One day I'll take you there.
George Llewelyn Davies: [as Prince George, to J.M. Barrie] This is Jack. Second in line to the throne. And that one's Michael. He's only five.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: And I'm in prison for it.
Charles Frohman: [talking about plans for Peter Pan]... 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.
George Llewelyn Davies: Excuse me, is he bothering you, sir? My brother can be an extremely irritating sort of person.
J.M. Barrie: Ah, Prince George, I take it. And what precisely is um... [to Michael] What did you say your name was?
Michael Llewelyn Davies: Michael.
J.M. Barrie: What precisely is Michael's crime?
George Llewelyn Davies: He's my younger brother.
J.M. Barrie: Ah, fair enough. Sorry lad, I cannot free you.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: That's all right.
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.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: This is absurd. It's just a dog.
J.M. Barrie: Just a dog? *Just*? [to Porthos] Porthos, don't listen! [to Peter] Porthos dreams of being a bear, and you want to shatter those dreams by saying he's *just* a dog? What a horrible candle-snuffing word. That's like saying, "He can't climb that mountain, he's just a man", or "That's not a diamond, it's just a rock." Just.
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.
J.M. Barrie: How are you?
Mary Ansell Barrie: I'm all right. How are you?
J.M. Barrie: I'm sorry.
Mary Ansell Barrie: Don't be.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: Excuse me, sir, you're standing on my sleeve.
J.M. Barrie: [moves his foot and looks down to face Michael] Am I? So sorry. I might point out you're lying under my bench.
J.M. Barrie: [discussing Sylvia's reluctance to accept her illness] They can see it, you know. You can't go on just pretending.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Just pretending? You brought pretending into this family, James. You showed us we can change things by simply believing them to be different.
J.M. Barrie: A lot of things, Sylvia. Not everything.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: But the things that matter. We've pretended for some time now that you're a part of this family, haven't we? You've come to mean so much to us all that now, it doesn't matter if it's true. And even if it isn't true, even if that can never be... I need to go on pretending... until the end... with you.
Jack Llewelyn Davies: My name be Nibs the Cutthroat, feared by man and greatly desired by the ladies.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Jack!
J.M. Barrie: [to the usher about the play] It's shite. Go, on. Say it. It's bulls... pizzle, Mr. Barrie.
J.M. Barrie: [watches Nana crawl across the stage and bump head-first into one of the beds] Nanny? Nanny? Um, first you get the pajamas, then you make the bed.
Nana The Dog: With my paws?
J.M. Barrie: You make the bed with your paws; the pajamas you get with your teeth. Because in fact, being a dog, you haven't any proper digits, have you?
Nana The Dog: Well I don't have any teeth either! I mean I can't see, I can't breathe, all I've got is this rubbery snout.
J.M. Barrie: [looks back at Frohman] Can we get him some teeth?
Charles Frohman: He can have mine.
J.M. Barrie: We'll get them with the next one, Charles, I promise.
Charles Frohman: Of course we will, James.
J.M. Barrie: I know you put a lot into this one.
Charles Frohman: A fortune, James, but I am fortunate because I can afford to lose a fortune.
J.M. Barrie: Can you?
Charles Frohman: No, I can't.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: [Jack and George are sword fighting] Stab him, George. You can do it!
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: Go upstairs George, now!
George Llewelyn Davies: Quit ordering me about! This isn't your home, it's *our* home! Just because Mother's needed your help recently doesn't give you the right to lord over her existence. She isn't a child anymore, and neither am I. If she wants to see uncle Jim she can see uncle Jim. There's nothing you can do about 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 Llewelyn Davies: Stop lying to me. I'm sick of grown-ups lying to me!
Jack Llewelyn Davies: [Michael tries to fly the kite the first time] 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!
Peter Llewelyn Davies: [as a preface to his play] This is just a bit of silliness, really.
J.M. Barrie: I should hope so. Go on.