Peter Llewelyn Davies: 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'll always have her there. Always. Peter Llewelyn Davies: But why did she have to die? J.M. Barrie: I don't know, Peter. When I think of your mother, I will 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. And you can visit her any time you like if you just go there yourself. Peter Llewelyn Davies: How? J.M. Barrie: By believing, Peter. Just believe.
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.