Wendy: I’m sorry. I must grow up. But… this is yours. ‘Tis just a thimble.
Hook: How like a girl! By all means, my beauty. Give Peter Pan your precious thimble.
Slightly: Brace yourselves, lads.
Tootles: ‘Tis a powerful thing.
Hook: Pan, you’re pink!
Lost Boys: Old! Alone! Done for!
Hook: Old. Alone.
Lost Boys: Done for!
Hook: Done for.
Peter: Brimstone and gall! Silence, you dogs! Or I’ll cast anchor in you.
Lost Boys: We won! We won!
“This belongs to you and always will.”
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