J.M. Barrie: [gives him a journal] Here you go. Peter Llewelyn Davies: What's this? J.M. Barrie: All great writers begin with a good leather binding and a respectable title. Open it. Peter Llewelyn Davies: [reads] "The Boy Castaways: Being a record o...
J.M. Barrie: Write about your family, Write about the talking Whale. Peter Llewelyn Davies: What Whale? J.M. Barrie: The one that is trapped in your imagination, desperate to get out.
J.M. Barrie: You needn't steal my journal to get to know me, Mary. Mary Ansell Barrie: No, I suppose I could just go see the plays. I was hopelessly naive when I married you. I imagined that brilliant people disappeared to some secret place where goo...
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: [after James appears wearing an Indian headdress and face paint] James, we're just having some tea. You remember my mother, of course. J.M. Barrie: Yes, of course, how do you do? Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: [pauses] May I take you...
Theatre-goer: [regarding Peter, assuming he is one of the orphans at the play] Looks like we got one of the better dressed ones!
J.M. Barrie: How are you? Mary Ansell Barrie: I'm all right. How are you? J.M. Barrie: I'm sorry. Mary Ansell Barrie: Don't be.
J.M. Barrie: [to the usher about the play] It's shite. Go, on. Say it. It's bulls... pizzle, Mr. Barrie.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: Stop lying to me. I'm sick of grown-ups lying to me!
Smee: [backstage] I just want you to know, I think you're a wonderful dog. Nana The Dog: Thanks.
Charles Frohman: [shaking his head at the success of the play Peter Pan] Genius.
[last lines] Peter Llewelyn Davies: I can see her.
Charles Frohman: You know what happened, James, they changed it. J.M. Barrie: They changed what? Charles Frohman: The critics, they made it important... hm, what's it called? What's it called? J.M. Barrie: Play. Charles Frohman: Play.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: [distressed] Michael! Where are your socks?
[first lines] Charles Frohman: Opening night. I love opening night. How are you? Did you see him?
Michael Llewelyn Davies: It's a play! J.M. Barrie: It's not just *a* play, Michael. It's *the* play.
