Ace Pick 'em up.
Ace Move 'em up.
Ace Pick 'em on up.
Ace Move 'em on down.
Ace Ain't no time to celebrate.
Ain't no time to celebrate.
Ace You are old and overweight
You are old and overweight
Don't Ask: Gotta lose a million pounds.
Gotta lose a million pounds. Get your fat butt off the ground.
Ace Reach on down and touch your toes.
Reach on down and touch your toes.
Ace How long since you looked at those?
How long since you looked at those?
Don't Ask: Shape up.
Shape up.
Don't Ask: Lose weight.
Lose weight.
Don't Ask: Get thin.
Get thin.
Don't Ask: Gotta win.
Jumping jacks are good for you.
Don't Ask: Now your face is turning blue.
Now your face is turning blue.
Ace Swing your arms around your back.
Swing your arms around your back. Give yourself a heart attack.
Ace Gotta train.
Ace In the rain.
In the rain.
Don't Ask: In the sun.
In the sun.
Don't Ask: In the snow.
In the snow. Ten below.
Don't Ask: Gotta move.
Gotta move.
Don't Ask: Gotta crow.
Go easy on me. I'm a beginner.
All right, gramps. Give it your best shot.
Rufio's only trying to help, Peter. Listen. Learn.
Okay, you ready? I don't wanna hurt you.
Watch your skin! You don't have armor on.
What are you doing? How does this help me get my kids back? What do I have to do next?
Just think happy thoughts. Come on, Peter, think happy thoughts.
All you need is one happy thought, Peter, just one happy thought and it'll make you fly.
I got it! Not being in this slingshot would make me very happy!
He's going up! He’s going up!
Jack, it's a very special time when 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?
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 into those smashing tights again, Peter?
Hand over my son now and you and your men may go free.
Why don't you ask the lad yourself. Jack, someone to see you, Son.
Jack, give me your hand. We're going home.
[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 Pan': You dark and sinister man, have at thee.
Don't you love it, laddie? Once you've shed blood, it's hard to stop! It's a pirate's life, my lad!
No, you've never seen him before!
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.
That's my dad, but...he hates to fly.
Now pay attention, class. We have a lot to go over. Lesson One: Why parents hate their children. Anyone?
[whispering to Jack]
Doesn't Mommy read to us every night?
You! The cute little urchin in the front row. Won't you share your thoughts with the whole class?
Yes! I said Mommy reads to us every night, because she loves us very much!
Loves you? [To Smee] Isn't that the, uh, the, um...?
[grimly chuckles]
Ooh, yes! 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 you mindless, inexhaustible, unstoppable, repetitive and nagging demands! "He took my toy! She hit my bear! I want a 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!" [inhales deeply] Can't you understand, child? They tell you stories to shut you up.
[to Jack]
That's not true, Jack! [to Hook] You're a liar!
Lie? Me? [laughs] Never. [inhales deeply again] 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.
[whispers]
You are a bad man.
[He writes an F on Maggie's paper.]
An F? An F? He gave me an F!
Jack. Your father went to your sister's school play, did he not? But did he go to your baseball game?
How'd you know about that?
He missed the most important game on what might have been the most important day... of your young life.
I wanna tear your hook off!
I hate, I hate you, Mr. Hook!
What did I tell you, Smee? No little children love me.
Of course they do. Come on, you. [grabs Maggie] You're depressing the Captain.
Get that little squidling out of here.
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!
[to Jack]
Jack. [puts his hook in front of his face; Jack's eyes widen a bit] You are home. [laughs] Right?
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?
You killed that croc years ago, Captain. We smash every clock we find. Little elf didn't know any better.
Shine them up! Put a fresh coat of varnish on your peg, right here!
Treasure maps! Authentic treasure maps! Trade ‘em here!
Come on, Jack. Are you ready? Come to see. Ahh! Broken clocks. Each one ticked its last tock, and now all is well. Just listen.
[laughs]
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.
And his ship made such a pretty bonfire on the waves.
Such a pretty, pretty……What is that I hear? A ticking. Smee, stop it! Stop the ticking! Stop that! Stop that "tick-tick"!
There's no ticking here. There's nothing left to tick.
CH Captain Hock
This is for the ticking that might have been.
Go on. [in the Museum where all clocks are destroyed. Hook hands Jack a hammer to destroy his father's watch] You know you want to. Give it a try. Go on.
This is for… never letting me blow bubbles in my chocolate milk!
[He smashes the watch.]
Yes!
There you go! In’t that wonderful?
This is for never letting me jump on my own bed.
[smashes another clock]
Make time stand still, laddie.
For always making promises and breaking them!
[smashes another clock]
For never doing anything with me.
For a father who's never there, Jack. Jack, for a father who didn't save you on the ship.
[Sadly]
Who wouldn't save us....
Who couldn't save you, Jack.
He wouldn't. He didn't even try. He was there, we were there, and he wouldn't try.
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.
Have I ever made a promise, Jack.….. I have not kept? Have I, Son?
"All children, except one, grow up." Now, you know where fairies come from, don't you, Maggie? [reads with 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." [She flips through a beautiful 1911 first edition of Peter and Wendy to show the original illustration of Wendy Darling sitting at the windowsill staring up into the starry night sky.] And look. [turns the page to show an illustration of her young self] I'm Wendy. Or was, a long time ago.
But Jack says you're not the really "real" Wendy.
[Maggie says that Jack told her Wendy is not the "real" 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.
[upon meeting Wendy]
You're really old.
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.
Daddy, I made something for you. You're gonna love this. [holds up a parachute] 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.
That mean, scary man at the window stole it.
But he says he's a window washer.
A baseball glove. You can catch things with it...... take hot things out of the oven, or you can hit your sister with it.
Tootles made it for me. It smells nice.
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.
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.
Inspector Good [he looks at Hook's note]
Well, the lab boys can analyze this little lot. So, Mr. and Mrs. Banning, 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.
Inspector Good Yes, but the literary history of the family and everything suggests... Well, let's hope so.
I've forgotten how to fly.
Inspector Good Yeah, well, one does. Good night, ma'am. Good night, sir.
[as Inspector Good as his men left the house]
No more happy thoughts. Lost. Lost. Lost.
[grunts, screams, groans]
Snow! What...? What? Help. HELP! Get me down! Help! Help!
Oh, get me down! I believe!
Lost Boys! Lost Boys! Wake up! Pan's back! Lost Boys! Lost Boys! Wake up!
That was my pillow!
Don't Ask: [stammers] I'm.. I'm.. I'm up.
Wake up, you sleepyheads!
Pan’s back! Pan’s back! Pan!
Pan's back! Pan's back! Pan!
Bangerang! Pan?
Don't Ask: That ain't Peter Pan.
He's an old, fat grandpa man.
Oh, That is so dangerous. [Rufio lands] That's enough! [after Rufio draws his sword] 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. [the Lost Boys all laugh] 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.]
No. No, Mr. Skunkhead-with-too-much-mousse…you are just a punk kid. [facing a mob of the Lost Boys] I want to speak to a grown-up!
All grown-ups are pirates.
I'm not a pirate. It so happens, I'm a lawyer.
[in unison]
Kill the lawyer!
I'm not that kind of lawyer. [high pitch] I've been shot! [normal voice] Help! Help me, somebody! No- no! Please stop! Why are you doing this to me?! [falls in the flower garden]
Rufio, you're the best with a sword. Please teach him. We gotta make him remember.
[A daffodil sniffs at Peter's face. Other sunflowers are now sniffing at Peter with more daffodils sniff at his crotch]
Excuse me! [hits the daffodil, it sneezes] Help me!
Not you! [Peter Pan with arrow shot by rear end]
Lost Boys, stop! Stop it!
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.
He can't fly, fight or crow. So.. if any of you says this here scug ain't Peter Pan.. ..cross the line.
Hi. What? I'll be right back. What?
Oh, there you are, Peter!
But, Peter....you've grown up. You promised never to grow old.
Peter..
Don't Ask: His nose got real big.
Well, welcome back to Never Land, Pan the Man.
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?
Wait! If Tink believes, maybe he is.
Are you gonna follow this drooler against Capitán Hook?
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!
Those are my kids... .and Hook is gonna kill them unless we do something. Help me. Please.
Yeah, come on! Give him a chance!
Come on. Let's go. I don't like this game.
“Steal Hook's hook as fast as you can.”
“Then you crow like Pan.”
Confound it, Druscilla, glove me. The game is about to start. I need my bubbly. Give me my bubbly.
P Pirates
Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook!
[whispers]
Steal Hook's hook, then crow!
Don't Ask: Yeah.
Jackie, boy! Jack! This is for all the games your daddy missed. Hook would never miss your game, Son.
You're almost there. Just take it.
Come on, you're this close.
Don't Ask: What's the matter? It's right here.
Grab it, come on. Grab it, Peter.
And one. and a-two.... And at toodle-loodle-loo!
Wait for the good pitches. [pirate voice] Wait for the good pitches.
P Pirates
Jack! Jack! He's our man. If he can't do it, no one can!
[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.]
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. [To the lady next to him] Very violent sport, isn't it, baseball?
P Pirates
[holding up a sign reading "Run Home Jack"]
Run home, Jack! Run home, Jack!
Smee, no, no, no! They've got it backwards! Tell them to turn it around!
P Pirates
[the pirates fix the sign to read "Home Run Jack." They read it]
Home run, Jack! Home run, Jack! Home run, Jack!
Home run, Jack. Home run, Jack. He can't hit the curve.
You did it! Hoist him up! That's my boy! You did it, Son!
P Prostitutes
Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate? Jack! Jack! Yay, Jack!
Gotta fly. Happy thought. Happy thought, happy thought, happy thought, happy.... One great, big happy thought! Less is more. Less is more. I can...! "Tootles. Wendy. John. Michael. Peter."
Be careful, Peter. You're a lot taller than you used to be. Well, say something. Do you like my dress?
You look beautiful. What's the occasion?
You are. It's a welcome-home party.
Burnt it when you didn't come back.
A Kiss. Wendy. This is Wendy's house. Tootles and Nibs built it for her. I remember. Wendy used to sit in that chair.
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.
Little Michael in his basket bed right here. John.
[Peter rushes to the other side where he found a small teddy bear.]
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, he 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.
Isn't that what grownups want for their children?
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.
YW Young Wendy
[Young Peter tries to get his shadow back, but he fails doing so.]
Boy. [Peter hears her and gets up] Why are you crying?
YP Young Peter
What's your name?
YW Young Wendy
Wendy Moira Angela Darling. What's yours?
I came back many times for Wendy, always in the spring.
And Wendy kept getting older... and older. And then I came back the last time.
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.
YP Young Peter
No, no, no... you promised!
I have children of my own now. They have children of their own. That's my grandchild, Moira asleep in the bed.
[Young Peter looked and notice his first love, Moira, in her bed.]
When I saw her lying there sleeping....at that moment something changed in me forever.
YP Young Peter
I shall give her a kiss.
No. No, Peter. No buttons, no thimbles. I couldn't bear her heart to be broken when she finds she can't keep you.
YP 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]
I can see why you have trouble finding a happy thought. So many sad memories, Peter.
Bye, Teddy. Not Teddy. Daddy! Daddy.
[Cut to a memory of Jack's birth.]
Peter, you're a daddy.
[voiceover]
I know why I came back I know why I grew up. I wanted to be a father.
[Cut back to present day, Peter finally got his happy thought.]
My happy thought. I got it. I got it! I found it! [laughs] I lost it. [screams]
Just hold that happy thought, Peter!
