Sylvis L. Davies：Mother: You should have been in bed half an hour ago， Yound Men.
I am afraid i've grown hopelessly too lax in my own discipline.
J.M. Barrie: Nonesense， young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older.
And then before you know it， they are grown.
Peter D.: What did you bring me over here for? it is absurb. it is JUST a dog.
J.M. Barrie: Just a dog? JUST? Porthos， don't listen to him. 翻译：walk near Peter Porthos dreams of being
a bear. And you want to dash those dreams by saying "he's just a dog"? What a horrible
candle-snuffing word! That's like saying "He can't climb that moutain， he's just a man"
Or " That's not a diamond， it's just a rock." Just?
Peter D.: Fine then， Turn him into a bear， if you can.
Peter D.: What did you and Mother decide to tell us this time? "It's only a chest cold?"
J.M. Barrie: We havn't decided anything.
Peter D.: Stop lying to me. I am sick of grown-ups lying to me.
J.M. Barrie: i am not lying to you. I don't know what's wrong.
Peter D.: "Father might take us fishing" that's what she said，" in just a few weeks."
And he died the n ext morning.
J.M. Barrie: It wasn't a lie， Peter. That was your mother's hope.
Peter D: He barely moved for a week... but i started planning our fishing trip.
J.M. Barrie: I will never lie to you. i promise you that.
Peter D.: NO. All you'll do is teaching me is to make up stupid stories and
pretending that things aren't happenning until... i am not blind. i won't be made a fool.
Mrs Snow: i am afraid it's all the work of the ticking crocodile， isn't it?
Time is chasing after all of us， isn't that right?
J.M Barrie: Sit down， Peter.
Peter D.: Mother pasted it back together after i ruined it. and then i saw the play.
i just started writing and i haven't been able to stop.
J.M. Barrie: She would be very pleased to know that.
Listen， i've just spoken to your grandmother and i am staying for good.
Peter D.: I am sorry i was so horrible.
J.M. Barrie: Don't worry.
Peter D.: it's just... i thought she'd always be here.
J.M. Barrie: So did I. But in fact， She is because she's on every page of your imagination.You will always have her here， always.
Peter D.: But why she had to die?
J.M. Barrie: I don't know， boy. When i think of your mother， I always remember how happy she looked sitting there in the parlor， watching a play about her family， about her boys that never grew up. She went to Neverland. You can visit her anytime you like， if you just go there yourself，
Peter D.: How?
J.M. Barrie: By believing， Peter. Just believe.
Peter D.: i can see her.
J.M. Barrie: So many perfect days. I really began to believe we'd go on like that forever.
Peter D.: Oh， Stop it. She wasn't going to stay with you forever.
she had a husband， my father. She never cared the way she did to him.
J.M. Barrie: I am not trying to replace your father. i could never do that.