[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; Smee gives him a dirty look] Hmm! At least the crocodile had manners!
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.
[Years later, an older Wendy appears at the window with her husband and children, Danny and Jane]
Wendy: There it is, Jane. Second star to the right and straight on till morning.
Narrator: But the war lasted much longer that anyone could have imagined. Bombs fell from the sky and tore at the very heart of London.
Man: Don't cry, son. [train tooting]
Conductor: All aboard!
Narrator: In an effort to protect its children, the government decreed that they all be sent to the countryside for safekeeping.
Boy: I love you!
Woman: Good luck, sweetie!
Narrator: In times such as these, it is no wonder some discard childish things, like Peter Pan and Never Land.
Edward: I need you here to take care of your mom and Danny. Can you do that for me?
Edward: That's my big girl. [kisses Jane]
Old Man: Evacuation, ma'm. 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.
Wendy: Jane, dear. Would you promise me something? Promise you watch over Danny, whatever might happen?
Wendy: [sighs] You and your brother are going away for a while.
Jane: [gasps] Away? Wh...Where?
Wendy: All the children are being evacuated to the country. It's so dangerous here! But you'll be safe there. Both of you.
Jane: I'm not going! I'm staying here!
Wendy: But, dear, an order has been issued. Every child must go.
Jane: But Daddy said that I'm supposed to...
Wendy: I know, dear. But you can take care of Danny. Tell Peter Pan stories... he needs them, Jane. And so do you. Please, dear, promise me.
Jane: No! I will not promise!
Wendy: Oh, Jane. We'll be together again. You must have faith...
Jane: Faith? [kicks the monkey doll] Trust? [throws the cushion on the floor] Pixie dust? Mother, those are just words from your stories! They don't mean anything!
Danny: Yes they do. Peter Pan said they'll make you fly.
Jane: Daniel, storytime is over! [opens the curtains] Look, it's a war! Peter Pan isn't real and people don't fly!
Danny: [on the verge of tears] They do, too!
Jane: Oh, come on, Daniel! Grow up!
Jane: ‘’[ignoring Wendy and still shouting at Danny]’’ It's just lot of childish nonsense!
Danny: You're lying! [Runs away, crying]
Wendy: Jane, how dare you treat your brother that way! You think you're very grown-up, but you have a great deal to learn.
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 going to love it here!
Peter: Hey, what's this? [takes Jane's list, puts it in his eyes]
Jane: Oh, give that back! It's my list! Things to do, places to be, important things!
Peter: Huh!? That stuff's no fun! No wonder you can't fly.
Jane: Give it back, Peter!
Peter: Slighty, catch! [tosses the list to Slightly, who turn it to Jane's back, which Nibs gets it] Keep away from Jane! [Nibs passes the list to the Twins, Jane tries to catch it]
Jane: You boys are horrid!
Slighty: Come on, come on, over here! [The Twins toss it to him, he slides it under him and Tootles gets it, and run through Jane's legs]
Cubby: Come on, why don't you guy ever throw it to me!!?
Jane: No! Stop it, this isn't funny! [Tootles holds the list up and Pan kicks it like a ball]
Cubby: I got it! [The list flys into his mouth. As Jane gasps, he gulps it down, and burps]
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: Step softly, you worthless dogs! Set your sights for Peter Pan!
Smee: [sarcastically] 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.
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?
Jane: I don't believe in any of this! [to Tinkerbell] And I especially don't believe in fairies! Good-bye!
Peter: Oh yeah? Well, good riddance!
Slightly: Ooh. Looks kind of bad.
Cubby: Kind of bad? Kind of? [starts crying] Oh, it's hopeless! Poor little Tinkerbell! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!
Peter: Hey! Put a cork in it.
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 going to go out.
Cubby: Well, let's just go and make her believe!
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... the same boat? Thats it!
Jane: Whats it?
Captain Hook: I'll give passage home on my ship and you can help me recover my treasure. [Pause] Don't you see? The treasure is useless to Peter. He's not sensible like you and I. He's just a boy who never grows up.
Jane: Huh. Tell me about it.
[The Jolly Roger is sinking with Captain Hook still on board.]
Captain Hook: Help me, please! Help!
Peter: You know the rules, Hook. A good captain always goes down with his ship.
Captain Hook: I don't want to be a good captain!
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.