Peter: (phone rings) I have to take this. (anwers phone to surprised Moria) Brad? Ever wondered what it feels like in the air when you fly? Feel THIS! (throws phone out window)
Moira: (happy) Where have you been? (hugs Peter)

Granny Wendy/ Wendy Moira Angela Darling [Wendy opens a book, pointing to a picture of her, aged twelve, looking out of her nursery window, watching Hook's ship, with Peter on board, float by] I'm Wendy... or I was, a long time ago.
Maggie: But Jack says you're not the really "real" Wendy
Granny Wendy/ Wendy Moira Angela Darling: Ahh. Well, do you see where Jack is? That is the same window and this is the same room where we made up bedtime stories about Peter, Neverland, and scary old Captain Hook. But did you know that Mr. Barrie... well, Sir James, our neighbor, he loved our stories so much that he wrote them all down in a book... oh dear me... eighty years ago.
Maggie: You're really old.
Wendy: That's very true.

Captain Hook: Prepare to die Peter.
Peter Pan: To die will be a great adventure.
Captain Hook: Death is the only adventure you have left.

Hook: I want to die.
Smee: Oh, captain...
Hook: There's no adventure here.
Smee: (Motioning to Hook's flintlock pistol) You call THIS no adventure?
Hook: Death is the only great adventure I have left.

[last lines]
Wendy Moira Angela Darling/ Granny Wendy: So... your adventures are over.
Peter: Oh, no. To live... to live would be an awfully big adventure.

Peter Banning: Uh... [whispers in Hook's ear]
Captain Hook: I beg your pardon?
Peter: [whispers again]
Captain Hook: You must be joking. [to other pirates; laughs] Peter Pan has a real problem with heights.

Tootles: I've forgotten how to fly.
Inspector Good: Yes, well... one does.

Captain James Hook: Hear me, men. For reasons of good form, I have decided that this so-called Pan will return in three days to commence the arbitrament of the sword. Smee, translate.
Smee: In three days, we're gonna have a war! A battle between good and evil to the death!

Rufio: [dying after being stabbed by Hook] Do you know what I wish?
Peter: What?
Rufio: I wish I had a dad... like you.

Captain Hook: Peter. I swear to you wherever you go, wherever you are, I vow there will always be daggers buried in notes signed James Hook. They will be flung into doors of your children's children's children, do you hear me?
Peter Pan: What do you want, old man?
Captain Hook: Just you.
Peter Pan: You've got me, James Hook.