Finding Neverland Quotes

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 of the terrible adventures of the brothers Davies, faithfully

set forth by Peter Llewelyn Davies."
J.M. Barrie: Kipling would swallow his own ear for a title like that!
Peter Llewelyn Davies: I still have no idea what to write.
J.M. Barrie: Write about anything. Write about your family, write about the talking whale!
Peter Llewelyn Davies: What whale?

J.M. Barrie: The one that's trapped in your imagination and desperate to get out.

J.M. Barrie: What did you think?
Peter Llewelyn Davies: It's about our summer together, isn't it?
J.M. Barrie: It is.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: About all of us.
J.M. Barrie: That's right. You like it?
Peter Llewelyn Davies: It's magical. Thank you.

J.M. Barrie: No, thank you. Thank you, Peter.

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 good ideas floated around like leaves in autumn, and I hoped at least once you would take me there with you.

J.M. Barrie: There is no such place.
Mary Ansell Barrie: Yes there is: Neverland.

Mrs. Emma du Maurier: Go upstairs George, now!
George Llewelyn Davies: Quit ordering me about! This isn't your home, it's *our* home! Just because Mother's needed your help recently doesn't give you the right to lord over her existence. She isn't a child anymore, and neither am I. If she wants to see uncle Jim she can see uncle Jim. There's nothing you can

do about it!

J.M. Barrie: I do apologize for interrupting.
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: Would you close the door, please?
J.M. Barrie: Certainly.
[he closes the door]
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: Sylvia has told me you have offered her the services of your household staff.
J.M. Barrie: Well, not exactly.

Mrs. Emma du Maurier: That won't be necessary.
J.M. Barrie: I'll leave that to Sylvia, of course.
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: You'll leave that to ME, Mr.Barrie. You see, I'm moving in here from now on.
J.M. Barrie: You're moving in?
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: I'm going where I'm most

needed. And I can certainly see to it that this house is managed without resorting to your charity.
J.M. Barrie: It isn't charity, Mrs du Maurier. I was only trying to help, as a friend.
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: Have you no idea how much your friendship has already cost my daughter? Or are you really that selfish?
J.M. Barrie: I

beg your pardon?
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: Don't you see what a visit to the summer cottage of a married man does for a widow's future prospects? Sylvia needs to find someone. The boys need a father. And you are destroying any hope this family has of pulling itself together again.
J.M. Barrie: I have only wanted good things for this family, Mrs du

Maurier.
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: I'll look after them. You have your own family to concern yourself with.
J.M. Barrie: What are you suggesting?
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: I'm suggesting that you protect what you have, Mr.Barrie. That is percisely what I am doing.

Mary Ansell Barrie: I'm tired of waiting, James. I'm tired of looking like a fool.
J.M. Barrie: Well I can't very well give up the play.
Mary Ansell Barrie: No. Just... come home to me at the end of the day. No more trips to the country, no more long evenings in the park. If you can't give us that much of a chance... Then we must end

this... and I will.

J.M. Barrie: Listen, what would you think of loaning Emma out to the Davies' for the occasional evening? They don't actually have a cook.
Mary Ansell Barrie: I take it Mrs. Davies enjoyed the meal she had here?
J.M. Barrie: I imagine she could use an extra hand now and again, that's all.
Mary Ansell Barrie:

Oh, that's very charitable of you. Perhaps we can send over some of the silver as well... and what about linen? I wouldn't be surprised if some of hers was looking a bit shabby.
J.M. Barrie: Please, Mary, stop.
Mary Ansell Barrie: Maybe she can send over some of the things we've run short on. My husband, for example. We rarely see him in this house.

J.M. Barrie: That hasn't seemed to bother you for some time now.

J.M. Barrie: [watches Nana crawl across the stage and bump head-first into one of the beds] Nanny? Nanny? Um, first you get the pajamas, then you make the bed.
Nana The Dog: With my paws?
J.M. Barrie: You make the bed with your paws; the pajamas you get with your teeth. Because in fact, being a dog, you haven't any proper digits,

have you?
Nana The Dog: Well I don't have any teeth either! I mean I can't see, I can't breathe, all I've got is this rubbery snout.
J.M. Barrie: [looks back at Frohman] Can we get him some teeth?
Charles Frohman: He can have mine.