Jiles: I always found it strange the way that Wendy reacted to Peter. I mean if some strange kid I didn't know was in my bedroom, I wouldn't say 'Boy why are you crying?' I would say 'I've got a gun and I know how to use it!'

Tootie: She's a pale little 14-year-old English girl. I doubt she knew how to seem threatening.

Jiles: I don't know, but she didn't have to just up and leave with him, I mean, that's how kids get abducted.

Tootie: It was Peter Pan, not some creepy old guy in a white van.

Jiles: But still, it's days like this that make me worry.

Tootie: I know what you mean, if I hadn't been there....

Jiles: You didn't rent Peter Pan or something recently did you?

Tootie: No, that must be from before the they came here.

Jiles: I'm always amazed by the amount of movies and tv shows they must have watched back then.

Tootie: Do you think they'll ever run out of characters?

Jiles: I don't know, I mean every movie has an infinate amount of characters and-

Allison: Just think lovely thoughts, think lovely thoughts.

Jiles: A-Peter, I told you, you can't fly. Now please, please come down from there.

Allison: And you were right, because I didn't have my pixie dust then, but now I do. So all I need to do is think lovely, wonderful thoughts and up I'll -

Molly: My prince! (hugs her from behind, bringing her down to the floor)

Allison: What?

Molly: Are you not the prince? The one that I've been waiting for all my life?

Allison: Well...

Molly: The one that I braid my hair for every morning? The one I learn sweet songs for to impress you? I mean, I've been waiting my whole life for my prince to come, and lets face it there ain't too much to do from this height. God. Do you know how boring it is up here? And everyday the only person I can talk to is that witch! My life sucks. No, no really it does. My parents gave me up for some cabbage, and my new mother stuck me up here where the only people I can carry a conversation with are sky-divers! No one comes to visit me, no one wants to talk to the hairy freak! I'm sorry if this sounds all 'Woah is me' but my god, can't a girl talk to a guy for FIVE MINUTES! God forbid I have ANY contact with the outside world. No, all I do is sit here braiding my hair, preparing myself for the one day when my prince will come. I mean if I had to wait ONE more day I would just kill myself! So, are you or are you not the prince that has come to save me?

Allison: Um, no?

Molly: Alright I'm jumping.

Allison: No, wait!

Molly: Why?

Allison: Well, I may not be your prince, but I could pretend to be. I am quite good at pretending.

Molly: Are you?

Allison: Most certainly.

Molly: Well, before you go to Neverland, why don't you stay here for a bit, and we can pretend to care what each other has to say.

Allison: I would be delighted, madam. To the make-up room? (offers her arm, Molly takes it)

Molly: My good sir, you might just make the finest prince I would have imagined. Yes, onward. (go into the make-up room)

Tootie: Looks like you've got some competition.

Jiles: I was never was one for guys in tights.

Tootie: And I always was....