Peter Pan
Cinderella flew through the air...
far from all things
ugly and ordinary.
When she landed at the ball,
she found herself...
most impertinently surrounded
by pirates.
There was Alf Mason,
so ugly his mother sold him
for a bottle of muscat.
Bill Jukes,
every inch ofhim tattooed.
And worst of them all,
Hook, with eyes blue
as forget-me-nots,
save when he clawed your belly
with the iron hook he has...
instead of a right hand,
at which time...
his eyes turn red.
"Girlie," said Hook,
"we have come
for ye glass slippers."
Who be you to order me about
and call me girlie?
Take that.!
Take that! Take that!
Commoner.!
-Hook came at her.
What happened then?
What happened then?
The brave Cinderella settled
the matter once and for all...
with her revolver.
With her revolver?
The night on which
the extraordinary adventures...
of these children
may be said to have begun...
was the night Nana
barked at the window.
not a bird or a leaf.
So the children forgot
about it,
for what troubles a grown-up
Oh, dearest George, dear Mary.
Oh, what a journey I've had.
Bath time.
Not fair!
Not fair, indeed. But Nana was
the finest nurse on four paws.
No. No, I will not
forgive you.
There never was
a happier, simpler family.
Mr. Darling was a banker
who knew the cost of everything,
even a hug.
Mrs. Darling was the loveliest
lady in Bloomsbury...
with a sweet, mocking mouth
that had one kiss on it...
Though there it was,
perfectly conspicuous
on the right-hand corner.
And sometimes there
was Aunt Millicent...
who felt a dog for a nurse
lowered the whole tone
of the neighborhood.
All right, all right,
all right, all right.
Less noise.
- Let's settle down.
This is not a farm.
- Bravo, George. Bravo.
- Wendy's turn.
Wendy must tell a story.
Cecco, who carved his name
on the governor at Goa.
Noodler, with his hands
on backwards.
- Heavens.
- Hook!
- Hook?
- Hook, whose eyes turn red
as he guts you.
Upon my soul, how children
are educated nowadays.
- I'm afraid I am not
learned at all, Aunt.
- But I do know a thing or two
about pirates.
- Ooh.
My unfulfilled ambition is
to write a great novel in three
parts about my adventures.
- What adventures?
- I've yet to have them,
but they will be
perfectly thrilling.
But, child, novelists
in good society.
And there is nothing
so difficult to marry as a novelist.
- Marry?
- Marry?
- Marry?
- But, Aunt, Wendy is not yet 13.
Walk toward me, dear,
that I may appraise you.
Go on.
Walk to your auntie.
Stand up straight.
- Stop it!
- Turn around.
Shh.
Mm, yes.
Oh, it's quite as I expected.
Wendy possesses a woman's chin.
Have you not noticed?
Observe her mouth.
There, hidden
in the right-hand corner,
is that a kiss?
- A kiss?
- Like Mother's kiss.
- A hidden kiss.
- But what is it for?
It is for the greatest
adventure of all.
They that find it...
have slipped in and out of heaven.
Find what?
The one the kiss belongs to.
My Wendy...
a woman.
Almost a woman.
She must spend less time
with her brothers...
and more time with me.
She must have her own room.
Ayoung lady's room.
Leave the...
George, the daughter
of a clerk cannot hope to marry
as well as that of a manager.
You must attend more parties,
make small talk with
your superiors at the bank.
Wit is very fashionable
at the moment.
Wit.
But there was no sign of a body,
for none had fallen.
Certainly she had been dreaming.
If this is you in bed,
what is this?
A boy.
Miss Fulsom dispatched a letter
of outrage to Mr. Darling...
that set new standards
of prudery, even for her.
Yes, miss.
Mr. Darling had been practicing
small talk all afternoon.
I say, it's nice weather we're having.
And now his opportunity had arrived.
the president of the bank,
was a man who enjoyed small talk...
almost as much
as a good balance sheet.
Wendy walked as one condemned.
And then... fate.
The letter! Wait! Stop!
Wendy, wait!
Come back!
I say, what a splendid tie.
Wait.! You there.! Stop.!
- Wendy.! Nana, come back.!
That's 200 saved.
Ajudicious investment?
Indeed.
Uh...
Hi. Um...
I, uh...
You there, stop.! Wait.!
Stop! Wait!
Uh, uh, uh... I, uh...
I can explain.!
No!
I have been humiliated.!
No!
I must become a man
that children fear
and adults respect,
or we shall all
end up in the street!
George, not so loud.
The neighbors will hear.
Let them hear.
This is not a nurse! This is a dog.
Tomorrow you begin
your instruction...
with Aunt Millicent.
It's time for you to grow up.!
Mother?
Can anything harm us
after the night-lights are lit?
No, precious.
They are the eyes a mother
leaves behind to guard her children.
Mother, must you go
to the party?
Please, Mother.
Yes, Mother,
you don't have to go.
Father can go by himself.
Please, Mother.
By himself?
But he's going to need
the special kiss to face
his colleagues tonight.
Father? Brave?
There are many
different kinds of bravery.
There's the bravery of thinking
Now, your father has never
brandished a sword nor fired
a pistol, thank heavens.
But he's made many sacrifices
for his family...
and put away many dreams.
Where did he put them?
He put them in a drawer.
And sometimes, late at night,
we take them out and admire them.
But it gets harder and harder
to close the drawer.
He does.
And that is why he is brave.
And remember, every cloud
has a silver lining.
Oh.
Oh. No, it's snowing.
Oh, we'll catch our death.
Better death than gossip.
You will enter that drawing room
with your head held high.
Oh!
Shh!
One, two,
Three!
Aha!
Come here, you!
I got you.
Ha!
Boy, why are you crying?
You can fly!
What is your name?
What is your name?
Peter... Pan.
Where do you live?
Second to the right and then
straight on till morning.
They put that on the letters?
Don't get any letters.
But your mother gets letters.
Don't have a mother.
No wonder you were crying.
I wasn't crying
about mothers.
get the shadow to stick.
And I wasn't crying!
I could sew it on for you.
This may hurt a little.
- Thank you.
- Oh, the cleverness of me!
- Of course, I did nothing.
Aw, you did a little.
A little?
Good night.
Wendy?
One girl is worth more
than 20 boys.
I live with boys... the Lost Boys.
They are well named.
Who are they?
Children who fall out of their prams
when the nurse is not looking.
If they are not claimed in seven days,
they are sent to the Neverland.
- Girls are much too clever
to fall out of their prams.
Peter, it is perfectly lovely
the way you talk about girls.
I should like to give you...
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