NARRATOR: Well, Mr Darling was a practical man. The boys, however, John and Michael believed Peter Pan was a real person and made him the hero of all their nursery games.
JOHN: Blast you, Peter Pan! Take that!
MICHAEL: Give up, Captain Hook? Give up?
JOJN: Never! I'll teach you to cut off me hand!
WENDY: Oh, no, John. It was the left hand.
JOHN: Oh, yes. Thank you, Wendy.
NARRATOR: Wendy, the eldest, not only believed she was the supreme authority on Peter Pan and all his marvellous adventures.
WENDY: Oh, Nana, must we always take that nasty tonic?
NARRATOR: Nana, the nursemaid, being a dog kept her opinions to herself and viewed the whole affair with a certain tolerance.
MICHAEL: Take that!
JOHN: Insolent boy! I'll slash you to ribbons!
MICHAEL: And I'll cut you to pieces.
JOHN: Aha! Ouch! Careful, Michael, my glasses.
MICHAEL: I'm sorry, John.
JOHN: You'll never leave this ship alive!
MICHAEL: Oh, yes, I will. Take that!
JOHN: Scuttle me bones, boy, I'll slit your gizzard.
MICHAEL: Oh, no, you won't. Back, you villain!
JOHN: Insolent pup!
MICHAEL: Wicked pirate!
JOHN: Aha, I got ya. MICHAEL: You didn't either. You never touched me. Take that and that! And that!
GEORGE DARLING: Boys, less noise, please.
JOHN: Oh, hello, Father.
MICHAEL: You old bilge rat.
GEORGE DARLING: What? Now, see here, Michael.
MICHARL: Oh, not you, Father.
JOHN: You see, he's Peter Pan.
MICHAEL: And John's Captain Hook.
GEORGE DARLING: Yes, yes, of course. Uh, have you seen my cuff. Oh, Nana, for goodness sake! Where are those cuff links?
JOHN: Cuff links, Father?
GEORGE DARLING: Yes, the gold ones.
JOHN: Michael, the buried treasure. Where is it?
MICHAL: I don't know.
JOHN: The map then. Where's the treasure map?
MICHAEL: It got lost.
GEORGE DARLING: Good heavens, my shirt front!
MICHAEL: Hurray! You found it! You found it!
GEORGE DARLING: Yes, so I have. And hereafter. Don't paw me, Michael. This is my last clean. No!
MARY DARLING: George, dear, we really must hurry or we'll be late.
GEORGE DARLING: Mary, look! MARY DARLING: George.
MICHAEL: It's only chalk, Father.
MARY DARLING: Why, Michael.
JOHN: It's not his fault. It's in the story. And Wendy says.
GEORGE DARLING: Wendy? Story? I might have known. Wendy!
WENDY: Yes, Father?
GEORGE DARLING: Would you kindly.
WENDY: Oh, Mother! You look simply lovely.
MARY DARLING: Thank you, dear.
GEORGE DARLING: Wendy.
MARY DARLING: Just my old gown made over. But it did turn out rather nicely, didn't.
GEORGE DARLING: Mary, if you don't mind. I'd like.
WENDY: Why, Father, what have you done to your shirt?
GEORGE DARLING: What have I. Oh!
MARY DARLING: Now, George, really. It comes right off.
GEORGE DARLING: That's no excuse. Wendy, haven't I warned you? Stuffing the boys' heads with a lot of silly stories.
WENDY: Oh, but they aren't.
GEORGE DARLING: I say they are. Captain Crook! Peter Pirate!
WENDY: Peter Pan, Father.
GEORGE DARLING: Pan! Pirate! Poppycock!
WENDY: Oh, no, Father.
MICHAEL: Father, have you... GEORGE DARLING: Oh, you don't understand. Absolute poppycock! And let me tell you, this ridiculous.
MARY DARLING: Now, George.
GEORGE DARLING: "Now, George." "Now, George"! Well, "Now, George," will have his say!
MARY DARLING: Please, dear.
GEORGE DARLING: Mary, the child's growing up. It's high time she had a room of her own.
MARY DARLING: George!
GEORGE DARLING: I mean it! Young lady, this is your last night in the nursery. And that's my last word on the matter...
MICHAEL: Poor Nana.
GEORGE DARLING: "Poor Nana"? This is the last straw! Out! Out, I say!
MICHAEL: No, Father, no!
GEORGE DARLING: Yes! There'll be no more dogs for nursemaids in this house!
MICHAEL: Goodbye, Nana.
GEORGE DARLING: "Poor Nana." Oh, yes, "Poor Nana." But "Poor Father"? Oh, no! Blast it! Where is that rope? Oh, thank you. Dash it all, Nana, don't look at me like that. It's nothing personal. It's just that... Well, you're not really a nurse at all. You're, well, a dog. And the children aren't puppies. They're people. And sooner or later, Nana, people have to grow up.
WENDY: But, Mother, I don't want to grow up.
MARY DARLING: Now, dear, don't worry about it any more tonight.
JOHN: He called Peter Pan "absolute poppycock."
MARY DARLING: I'm sure he didn't mean it, John.
MARY DARLING: Father was just upset.
MICHAEL: Poor Nana, out there all alone.
MARY DARLING: No more tears, Michael. It's a warm night. She'll be all right.
MICHAEL: Mother. MARY DARLING: What is it, dear?
MICHAEL: Buried treasure.
MARY DARLING: Now, children. Don't judge your father too harshly. After all, he really loves you very much.
WENDY: Oh, don't lock it, Mother. He might come back.
MARY DARLING: "He"?
WENDY: Yes, uh, Peter Pan. You see, I found something that belongs to him.
MARY DARLING: Oh? And what's that?
WENDY: His shadow.
MARY DARLING: "Shadow"?
WENDY: Nana had it. But I took it away.
MARY DARLING: Oh? Yes, of course. Good night, dear. But, George, do you think the children will be safe without Nana?
GEORGE DARLING: Safe? Of course they'll be safe. Why not?
MARY DARLING:Well, Wendy said something about a shadow, and I.
GEORGE DARLING: Shadow? Whose shadow?
MARY DARLING: Peter Pan's.
GEORGE DARLING: Oh, Peter Pan. Peter Pan! You don't say. Goodness gracious, whatever shall we do?
MARY DARLING: But, George.
GEORGE DARLING: Really, I. Sound the alarm! Call Scotland Yard! There must have been someone. Oh, Mary, of all the impossible, childish fiddle-faddle. Peter Pan indeed. How can we expect the children to grow up and be practical.
MARY DARLING: George, dear.
PETER PAN: When you're as bad as they are. Please. No wonder Wendy gets these idiotic ideas. Over there, Tink, in its den. Is it there?