The Lost Boys (1978)

Nicholas Borton: Jack

Quotes 

• George : 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!

• J.M. Barrie : 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.

• J.M. Barrie : 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.

• Mary Hodgson : Say your grace first.

  George : Thanks for the tea.

  Mary Hodgson : That wasn't much of a grace.

  George : It wasn't much of a tea, either. Jack ate it all.

  Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : Jack, if you go on stuffing like that, you'll be sick tomorrow.

  Jack : I'll be sick tonight!

• J.M. Barrie : I'll make you a sporting offer. I'll give you a shilling now, and there's the the end of it, or I'll pay you a halfpenny for every night of the play I use it in.

  Jack : Mother, what do you think?

  Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : Well, dearest, it all depends on whether or not you think Mr. Barrie's play is going to be a success.

  [George whispers something in Jack's ear] 

  Jack : In that case, I'll take the money.

• George : Mr. Barrie's been telling us the most awful stories. Can't he stay and tell us just one more?

  Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : I'm sure he's had quite enough of both of you for one evening. Don't I get a kiss?

  Jack : Oh, all right, but if Father tries it, I'll kick him.

  George : Are you going out for long?

  Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : No, and you'll be quite safe. Nothing can harm you once the night-lights are lit, despite what Mr. Barrie may have told you.

  Jack : I'm not scared.

  Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : Sweet dreams.

  George : Goodnight, Mother.

• George : Jack, do you think he'll be all right?

  Jack : Who?

  George : Peter. You don't think he'll fly away?

  Jack : Of course not. Go to sleep.

  George : All right, but don't blame me if he does.

  Jack : George, Mary's left the window open. Perhaps you better close it.