Wendy:
Peter, what are your real... feelings?
Peter:
Feelings?
Wendy:
What do you feel? Happiness? Sadness? Jealousy?
Peter:
Jealousy? Tink!
Wendy:
Anger?
Peter:
Anger. (A twig snaps) Hook.
Wendy:
Love?
Peter:
Love?
Wendy:
Love.
Peter:
I have never heard of it.
Wendy:
I think you have, Peter. I daresay you've felt it yourself, for something... or someone.
Peter:
(whispers in her ear) Never. Even the sound of it offends me.
Wendy:
(tries to touch his face) Peter - (Peter backs away)
Peter:
Why do you spoil everything? We have fun, don't we? I taught you to fight and to fly! What more could there be?
Wendy:
There is so much more.
Peter:
What? What else is there?
Wendy:
I don't know. I think it becomes clearer when you grow up.
Peter:
Well, I will not grow up. You Cannot make me. I will banish you like Tinker Bell.
Wendy:
I WILL NOT BE BANISHED!
Peter:
Then go home! Go home and grow up! And take your feelings with you! (flies off)
Wendy:
Peter! Peter, come back! Peter!