Oh, the Cleverness of Me: We all need a walk in the park every once in a while...

We all need a walk in the park every once in a while... by i-am-in-love featuring gorjana jewelry

To live will be an awfully big adventure.

- When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.

- Every time a child says "I don't believe in fairies," there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

- Second to the right, and straight on till morning!

- Oh, the cleverness of me!
Of course I did nothing...
Aw, you did a little.
A little? Goodnight.
Wendy? One girl is worth more than twenty boys.
You really think so?
I live with boys... the Lost Boys. They are well named.
Who are they?
Children who fall out of their prams when the nurse isn't looking. If they are not claimed in seven days they are sent to Neverland.
Are there girls too?
Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams.
Peter, it's perfectly lovely the way you talk about girls...

- (after the kiss) Brace yourselves, lads.

- Forget them, forget them all and come away to Neverland

- Hook: If I were you, I'd give up! Peter: If you were me I'd be ugly!

- I'm the best there ever was! You're a tragedy. Me? Tragic? She was leaving you, Pan. Your Wendy was leaving you. Why should she stay? What have you to offer? You are incomplete. She'd rather grow up than stay with you. Let us now take a peep into the future... What's this I see? 'Tis the fair Wendy. She's in her nursery. The window's shut.
I'll open it!
I'm afraid the window's barred.
I'll call out her name!
She can't hear you.
No!
She can't see you.
Wendy!
She's forgotten all about you.
Stop! Please Stop it!
And what's this I see? There is another in your place. He is called... husband.
You die alone... and unloved. Unloved, just like me.
No!
(Wendy) "Peter..."

- This belongs to you, and only you. (That was no thimble, that was her hidden kiss.)

- Wendy: Oh, the cleverness of you.

- (Narrator) Peter Pan had countless joys that other children can never know, but he was looking at the one joy from which he must be forever barred.

-Wendy: Peter! You won't forget me, will you?
Me? Forget? Never.
Will you come back?
To hear stories... about me.

Oh, the Cleverness of Me

Saturday, January 28, 2012

We all need a walk in the park every once in a while...

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