Captain Hook: Mr. Smee, be a good fellow and fix the plank... so I can make you walk it!

Cubby: Let's play the "no more hitting Cubby on the head" game.

Smee: [to the octopus] Oh, you big brute, you! Off with you. Go on, now. Shoo, shoo. And take your arms with you. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. [the octopus squirts water at him] Hmm! At least the crocodile had manners!

Captain Hook: Great Scott! No sooner do I rid meself of that cursed crocodile and now this! [hugs Smee]
Smee: Oh, there, there. He's just a playful little sea urchin is all.
Captain Hook: I swear, Smee, this is propelling me to delirium! I detest cephalopods!

Captain Hook: So, the girl can't fly, yet she wants to go home. Smee, do you know what this means?
Smee: Six more weeks of winter?

Captain Hook: Step softly, you worthless dogs! Set your sights for Peter Pan!
Smee: Oh, goodness. Haven't we searched the island a thousand times before?
Captain Hook: I beg your pardon, Mr. Smee?
Smee: Uh, I said that, uh, searching for Pan is, um, uh, fun galore.

Edward: I need you here to take care of your mom and Danny. Can you do that for me?
Jane: Mm-hmm.
Edward: That's my big girl. [kisses Jane]

Jane: [hugging Wendy] You were right! He is most remarkable!
Wendy: Who, dear?
Jane: Oh, Mother, I'm so sorry. If only I'd listened to you.

Jane: All right, I give up. What's your problem?
Captain Hook: All I've ever wanted was to get away from this dreadful place and home to my dear, sweet mother. But blast it all! Peter stole my treasure and my men would mutiny if I so much as tried to leave without it. So here I am, stuck in this absurd place. My sources tell me you wish to return home as well.
Jane: Huh. You got that right. I guess we're in the same boat.
Captain Hook: The same boat!

Jane: I don't believe in any of this! And I especially don't believe in fairies! [to Tinkerbell] Goodbye!
Peter: Oh yeah? Well, good riddance!

Jane: It's just a lot of childish nonsense!
Danny: You're lying! [storms off]
Wendy: Jane, how could you treat your brother that way? You think you're very grown-up, but you have a great deal to learn.

Narrator: The story always ends the same. Peter Pan shouts...
Peter: Goodbye, Wendy!
Narrator: And then Wendy shouts back to him...
Young Wendy: I'll always believe in you, Peter Pan!
Narrator: And Wendy did believe, always, even as she left childhood behind and came to have children of her own.

Old Man: Evacuation, mum. Your children are scheduled on the morning train.
Wendy: So soon? I didn't even tell them!
Old Man: The sooner, the better, if you ask me. Goodnight, mum.

Peter: [listening to Tinkerbell] Uh-huh. Uh-huh. What?
Slightly: What'd she say, Peter?
Peter: If we don't get Jane to believe in fairies, Tink's light's gonna go out.

Peter: If you're not Wendy, who are you?
Jane: I'm her daughter, Jane!
Peter: Huh! Well, if you're Wendy's daughter, you're gonna love it here!