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Quotes of Movie: "The Lost Boys" [1978]
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I wanted the red one! Jack: It's mine! So snubs! George: I'm the eldest! It's mine! Jack: Who says? George: I do! I wish we didn't have to leave the pram in the hallway. There's no room for my flowers. Arthur Llewelyn Davies: I think the pram more beautiful than the flowers. 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. 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. Jack, George: Flew? 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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David was Mother's favorite son, but he was killed in an accident when he was twelve. This is a little out-of-hand, isn't it? Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Not that I've noticed. Arthur Llewelyn Davies: He's following our boys around like a lap dog. If he's so fond of children, why doesn't he have any of his own? 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. Is this really Michael? Michael: Of course I'm Michael. Did you escape, too? J.M. Barrie: Escape? Michael: When we were being chased by that man. Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Michael's dreams are as wayward as your own. J.M. Barrie: Oh, yes, you mean that man that looked like this. Boys, I don't want to make a speech, but I just want you to know that if the play's a failure, well, it's entirely your fault. George: Why us? J.M. Barrie: Because you're the real authors. It had nothing to do with me. All I did was rub the five of you together to make a flame. That's all Peter Pan is. Just the spark I got from you. George: I had nothing to do with Wendy! J.M. Barrie: No, she's a spark from an entirely different quarter, for which I offer my humble apologies. Mary Barrie: He'll go on for hours if we give him the chance. Come on, Jim, the executioner awaits! I don't wish to speak out of turn, but I do understand how you feel. Arthur Llewelyn Davies: Do you, Mary? Mary Hodgson: I think so. I mean, it must be very hard for you at times. Arthur Llewelyn Davies: One grins and bears it. Mary Hodgson: And it can't be easy for Mrs. Barrie, either. Arthur Llewelyn Davies: I was referring to the toothache. I had such a funny dream, Mary. I dreamt I saw Father's ghost in the garden, but that wasn't the funny thing. The funny thing was that he wasn't a ghost at all. Mary Hodgson: Well, I should hope not. Michael: No, I mean he was real and I was the ghost, because when he tried to touch me, he went right through me, and I fell in a river, and I couldn't swim. Mary Hodgson: You and your dreams. I wonder if you know half the time whether you're awake or asleep. Why do I have such bad dreams, Mary? Mary Hodgson: I don't know, to be sure. I've never had a bad dream in my life, except when I've had to do your mending. Michael: Uncle Jim has bad dreams. Mary Hodgson: I know he does, and I shouldn't wonder if he's not to blame for some of yours, too. Michael: Why, Mary? Mary Hodgson: Why ask me? You know him far better than I do. We opened "Napoleon and Josephine" in Omaha on a Monday and called it a tragedy. On Tuesday, we called it a comedy. On Wednesday, we called it off. Moral of the story is there's no such thing as bad towns, only bad plays. Isn't that right, Jimmy? J.M. Barrie: First rule of the American theater: The audience is never wrong. Do you remember when you put on "Romeo and Juliet" in the Bronx, and when it was all over, the audience cried out for the author? Not wishing to disappoint so discerning an audience, Charles modestly stepped forward and took the bows. Mary Barrie: Oh, Charles, you didn't! Charles Frohman: Whereupon they showered me... with rotten matzoh-balls! There is one small thing you could do for me, if you really want to give me a present. J.M. Barrie: Yes? Mary Barrie: The way you kissed me just now, the way you always kiss me, I'd be so grateful if you never did it again. What is this all about, anyway? I didn't even think you were interested in censoring plays. J.M. Barrie: The committee is for the abolition of censorship. Mary Barrie: Well, there you have it. Mr. Canaan must have thought I was a complete idiot. Isn't there anything I could do? J.M. Barrie: Yes, pass me the ink, would you? Mary Barrie: You're the richest writer in the country, and you have to smear your sleeves with ink. I meant, isn't there anything I could do to help you with the committee work? J.M. Barrie: You could try and read this handwriting if you like. It's even worse than mine. Mary Barrie: Would you like me to type-write them? J.M. Barrie: You don't know how to type-write. Mary Barrie: I could learn. The machine I gave you, you never use it. J.M. Barrie: [shrugging] If it amuses you. I'll be staying with Arthur tonight, so don't bother to wait up for me. Mary Barrie: Oh, can I really? J.M. Barrie: Really what? Mary Barrie: Type-write these papers. J.M. Barrie: I just said you could, although I can't think why you would want to. Mary Barrie: To be of use to you. Have you never read "The Little White Bird"? Gilbert Cannan: Can't say that I have. Mary Barrie: Well, it's all in there. A bachelor meets a boy in Kensington Gardens and makes him his own by telling him stories about Peter Pan. Gilbert Cannan: And who was George? Mary Barrie: The boy in the Gardens. Gilbert Cannan: And Peter Pan? Mary Barrie: Well, there you have me. I don't think Jim even knows where he came from. Gilbert Cannan: And this was before you were married? Mary Barrie: Oh, no, we'd been married four or five years by then. Gilbert Cannan: And you have no children of your own? Mary Barrie: No, no, we... we decided against it. I wanted to get you an edition with illustrations, but your mother thought they might give you nightmares. Michael: Give me what? Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Give you nightmares, darling, because... Oh, never mind. Why don't you wheel your father around the garden and show him all the flowers that have come up since he's been gone? Nico: Michael, look what Uncle Jim has brought you! Michael: Oh, may I go and open it? Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Michael, darling, you really ought to... Arthur Llewelyn Davies: Let him go if he wants to. Jack: Why does he call him Uncle Jim? George: Well, why not? Jack: He's not our uncle. Arthur Llewelyn Davies: Now, Jack, I think Uncle Jim suits him very well. Jimmy, the operations were one thing, but if you start paying for the boys to go to school, well, I don't think Arthur could bear that. J.M. Barrie: Do you know how much money Peter Pan has made me since it first opened? Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: What has that got to do with it? J.M. Barrie: Just over half a million pounds, not including America. Where would Peter Pan be if it weren't for George? Don't you think he deserves his share of the spoils? Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: But what about the others? We can't just send George to Eton. It wouldn't be fair on the others. J.M. Barrie: Don't worry. I'll get my money's worth out of them yet. Michael: Dark and sinister man, have at thee! I wonder what we would have done without Mr. Barrie. Jack: We would have done all right. Arthur Llewelyn Davies: What was that, Jack? Jack: Nothing, Father. Arthur Llewelyn Davies: I think it was something. Jack, I want you to listen to me. I understand how you feel about Mr. Barrie. No one understands as well as I do, because it's how I used to feel about him myself. The only thing we ever had in common was our love for you boys, and no father likes to share his children with another man. But now, I have heard so much from him that is wise and good, and I have come to regard him as a brother. His love for you boys is a great comfort when I think of your future without me. George: But... but you're nearly better! Mother said so! Arthur Llewelyn Davies: There's always a chance, but... Jack: No, it's not true! Father, say it's not true! Arthur Llewelyn Davies: I'd howl if I thought it would do any good, but we must try to be brave. We mustn't think of ourselves. We mustn't, we mustn't... Do you have a good memory? George: No. I mean, yes. I thought we'd agreed no interviews. Mary Barrie: It wasn't an interview. He just asked me a few questions, that's all. Oh, Jim, a few harmless questions. Why make such a fuss? J.M. Barrie: I do not wish to have our private lives paraded in public. Mary Barrie: You're a fine one to talk! What do you spend your entire life doing? J.M. Barrie: I've never given an interview in my life! Mary Barrie: That's because there's nothing left to interview. You spread us like jam on every page you write. J.M. Barrie: That's my affair. 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. 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... When I was an actress, I told a reporter I'd been starring in London for six weeks, and the next day I read, "Mary Ansell has been starving in London for six weeks!" And I didn't think anybody knew! All babies are birds, if they did but know it. Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: You seem to know a lot about it. J.M. Barrie: You could say I'm something of an authority. Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Oh, do you have any children? J.M. Barrie: One or two. No, I exaggerate. Just one. Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: A boy? J.M. Barrie: A dog. Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: I see. And that makes you an authority? J.M. Barrie: Boys and dogs have a lot in common, only dogs have a better sense of humor. | |
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