Peter Llewelyn Davies: That scepter's made of wood.
J.M. Barrie: Yes, well, we do dream on a budget here, don't we?
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: A word with you, Mr. Barrie, before you go. We'll only be a few minutes.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Boys, why don't you go and play in the garden, go on.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: Is he in trouble? Because I've been alone with Grandmother and I know what it's like.
Charles Frohman: Twenty-five seats, given to orphans. Perfect. Now my nightmare is complete.
Mary Ansell Barrie: I'm tired of waiting, James. I'm tired of looking like a fool.
J.M. Barrie: Well I can't very well give up the play.
Mary Ansell Barrie: No. Just... come home to me at the end of the day. No more trips to the country, no more long evenings in the park. If you can't give us that much of a chance... Then we must end this... and I will.
J.M. Barrie: Hello! Thought you could escape from Captain Swarthy, eh? Off to the ship with you, then.
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.
J.M. Barrie: You needn't steal my journal to get to know me, Mary.
Mary Ansell Barrie: No. I suppose I could just go see the plays.
Mrs. Snow: I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us, isn't that right?
J.M. Barrie: How are you?
Mary Ansell Barrie: I'm all right. How are you?
J.M. Barrie: I'm sorry.
Mary Ansell Barrie: Don't be.
J.M. Barrie: You needn't steal my journal to get to know me, Mary.
Mary Ansell Barrie: No, I suppose I could just go see the plays. I was hopelessly naive when I married you. I imagined that brilliant people disappeared to some secret place where good ideas floated around like leaves in autumn, and I hoped at least once you would take me there with you.
J.M. Barrie: There is no such place.
Mary Ansell Barrie: Yes there is: Neverland.
Jack Llewelyn Davies: My name be Nibs the Cutthroat, feared by man and greatly desired by the ladies.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Jack.
Peter Pan: Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: It's a play.
J.M. Barrie: It's not just a play, Michael. It's the play.
Charles Frohman: You know what happened, James, they changed it.
J.M. Barrie: They changed what?
Charles Frohman: The critics, they made it important... hm, what's it called? What's it called?
J.M. Barrie: Play.
Charles Frohman: Play.
J.M. Barrie: Young boys should never be sent to bed... they always wake up a day older.
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.
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: Go upstairs George, now.
George Llewelyn Davies: Quit ordering me about! This isn't your home, it's our home! Just because Mother's needed your help recently doesn't give you the right to lord over her existence. She isn't a child anymore, and neither am I. If she wants to see uncle Jim she can see uncle Jim. There's nothing you can do about it.
Answer: Malaysia imposes strict morality codes for films, books, etc. and J.M. Barry's suspected homosexuality and pedophilia, although not portrayed in the movie, may have been deemed too controversial and offensive a topic for their culture.