Peter Llewelyn Davies Quotes in Finding Neverland (2004)

[last lines]

Peter Llewelyn Davies: It's just, I thought she'd always be here.

J.M. Barrie: So did I. But in fact, she is, because she's on every page of your imagination. You'll always have her there. Always.

Peter Llewelyn Davies: But why did she have to die?

J.M. Barrie: I don't know, Peter. When I think of your mother, I will always remember how happy she looked, sitting there in the parlor watching a play about her family, about her boys that never grew up. She went to Neverland. And you can visit her any time you like if you just go there yourself.

Peter Llewelyn Davies: How?

J.M. Barrie: By believing, Peter. Just believe.

Peter Llewelyn Davies: This is absurd. It's just a dog.

J.M. Barrie: Just a dog? *Just*?

[to Porthos]

J.M. Barrie: Porthos, don't listen!

[to Peter]

J.M. Barrie: Porthos dreams of being a bear, and you want to shatter those dreams by saying he's *just* a dog? What a horrible candle-snuffing word. That's like saying, "He can't climb that mountain, he's just a man", or "That's not a diamond, it's just a rock." Just.

Peter Llewelyn Davies: I'm not Peter Pan.

[points at J. M. Barrie]

Peter Llewelyn Davies: He is.

Peter Llewelyn Davies: That scepter's made of wood.

J.M. Barrie: Yes, well, we do dream on a budget here, don't we?

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.

Jack Llewelyn Davies: [Michael tries to fly the kite the first time] Oh, I told you this wasn't going to work!

Peter Llewelyn Davies: I don't think he's fast enough.

J.M. Barrie: It's not going to work if no-one believes in him!

Peter Llewelyn Davies: Stop lying to me. I'm sick of grown-ups lying to me!

J.M. Barrie: Peter, I was hoping to use your name for one of the characters in my next play. If you will allow me, that is.

Peter Llewelyn Davies: I don't know what to say.

J.M. Barrie: [smiling] Say yes.

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.

Peter Llewelyn Davies: [as a preface to his play] This is just a bit of silliness, really.

J.M. Barrie: I should hope so. Go on.

[last lines]

Peter Llewelyn Davies: I can see her.

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.