Peter Pan

If he could get the hang of the thing his cry might become To live would be an awfully big adventure! but he can never quite the hang of it...

The night nursery of the Darling family, which is the scene of our opening Act, is at the top of a rather depressed street in Bloomsbury. We have a right to place it where we will, and the reason Bloomsbury is chosen is that Mr. Roget once lived there.

Proud and insolent youth, prepare to meet thy doom.

If he could get the hang of the thing his cry might become "To live would be an awfully big adventure!" but he can never quite get the hang of it, and so no one is as gay as he.

"Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe! If you believe, clap your hands!" (Many clap, some don't, a few hiss. But Tink is saved.)

Dark and sinister man, have at thee.

"Her light is growing faint, and if it goes out, that means she [Tinker Bell] is dead! Her voice is so low I can scarcely tell what she is saying. She says - she says she thinks she could get well again if children believed in fairies!"

Second to the right and then straight on till morning.

I just want always to be a little boy and have fun.

With rapturous face he produces his pipes, and the Never birds and the fairies gather closer till the roof of the little house is so thick with his admirers that some of them fall down the chimney. He plays on and on till we wake up.

I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.

I'll teach you to jump on the wind's back and then away we go.

Wendy, one girl is worth more than twenty boys.

At this sight the great heart of Hook breaks. That not wholly unheroic figure climbs the bulwarks murmuring "Floreat Etona," and prostrates himself into the water, where the Crocodile is waiting for him open-mouthed. Hook knows the purpose of this yawning cavity, but after what he has gone through he enters it like greeting a friend.

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

HOOK. (Communing with his ego.) "How still the night is; nothing sounds alive. Now is the hour when children in their homes are a-bed... Compare with them the children on this boat about to walk the plank. Split my infinitives, but 'tis my hour of triumph!"

Do you believe in fairies?...If you believe, clap your hands!

Do you know why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.

WENDY: (driven to it by something within). What are your exact feelings for me, Peter?

You just think lovely wonderful thoughts and they lift you up in the air.

Split my infinitives, but 'tis my hour of triumph!