The Lost Boys (1978)
Barnaby Holm: George
Quotes
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J.M. Barrie : Every time a boy says, "I don't believe in fairies," there's a fairy somewhere in the world that falls down dead.
George : He's right, you know.
Jack : Then I must have killed tons of them.
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J.M. Barrie : They're Pan pipes... They might have even been left here by the Great God Pan himself.
Jack : Wait a minute, those aren't Pan's pipes. Look, they're Peter's. They're the ones Peter got in his stocking at Christmas.
J.M. Barrie : Peter Pan's, then.
George : Who's Peter Pan?
J.M. Barrie : Why, everyone knows who Peter Pan is.
George : I don't. I think you've just made him up.
Jack : And I think you stole those pipes from our nursery!
J.M. Barrie : Aboslute poppycock!
Jack : How'd they get here, then?
J.M. Barrie : Well, I... I expect... uh... I daresay Peter left them behind when he flew back.
J.M. Barrie : Oh, ye of little faith! Why do you think your mother, why do you think your loving parents put bars on the nursery windows? It's to keep you from flying away.
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George : Do you like me very much?
J.M. Barrie : So-so.
George : Don't you love me?
J.M. Barrie : I can take you or leave you.
George : Then why do you write stories about me?
J.M. Barrie : Because... because writing about a boy is the next best thing to being one.
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J.M. Barrie : Do you have a good memory?
George : No. I mean, yes.
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George : Your dog isn't going to bite me, is he?
J.M. Barrie : Not unless you ask him agreeably.
George : Why not?
J.M. Barrie : He's uncommonly fussy about who he bites. He doesn't bite just any old whippersnapper.
George : Am I a whippersnapper?
J.M. Barrie : [reading] "Whippersnapper. Small boy. Young and insignificant person. Small and intrusive child. Origin unknown." Couldn't have written it better myself. There, small boy, does that answer your question?
George : No, small man, it does not.
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Mary Hodgson : George!
George : Coming!
Mary Hodgson : You'll be locked in for the night if you don't come this instant!
J.M. Barrie : Go on, then. I'll tell you some other time. Run along! If they catch you in here after lock-out time, there's no telling what they'll do to you.
George : They?
Mary Hodgson : George! I am not going to call you again!
George : Coming! Aren't you coming, too?
J.M. Barrie : No, I've some matters to attend to.
George : But it's lock-out time.
J.M. Barrie : Just so. Goodnight to you.
J.M. Barrie : [writing] A story about a boy who disappears...
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Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : I met a friend of yours.
George : Who?
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : Your friend Mr. Barrie.
George : Who?
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : The man you meet in Kensington Gardens.
George : Who?
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : The man with the dog!
George : Oh, him.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : Did you know he was a very famous writer?
George : No. But he can wiggle his ears.
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George : Mr. Barrie says that one day Peter will fly away all together, so's he can stay a boy forever. But it's too late for me and Jack.
Mary Hodgson : Jack and I.
George : Jack and me. We're done for.
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Mary Hodgson : Say your grace first.
George : Thanks for the tea.
Mary Hodgson : That wasn't much of a grace.
George : It wasn't much of a tea, either. Jack ate it all.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : Jack, if you go on stuffing like that, you'll be sick tomorrow.
Jack : I'll be sick tonight!
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George : Mother says you smoke far too much, and one day you'll cough yourself in a hundred pieces.
J.M. Barrie : Aye, but it won't be the cough that carries me off, but the coffin they carry me off in.
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George : Mr. Barrie's been telling us the most awful stories. Can't he stay and tell us just one more?
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : I'm sure he's had quite enough of both of you for one evening. Don't I get a kiss?
Jack : Oh, all right, but if Father tries it, I'll kick him.
George : Are you going out for long?
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : No, and you'll be quite safe. Nothing can harm you once the night-lights are lit, despite what Mr. Barrie may have told you.
Jack : I'm not scared.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : Sweet dreams.
George : Goodnight, Mother.
