The Lost Boys (1978)
Charles Tatnall: Michael
Quotes
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Michael : Nothing much makes me cry anymore. I used to, lots, but not anymore.
J.M. Barrie : I bet I can make you cry.
Michael : I bet you can't.
J.M. Barrie : Ten francs?
Michael : Done. Am I for a story?
J.M. Barrie : No, just a thought.
Michael : About me?
J.M. Barrie : About your father.
Michael : You can't make me cry about him. I thought I would, but I didn't at all, except for a little bit. But Mother still cries, doesn't she? Do you love her?
J.M. Barrie : Of course I love her.
Michael : More than Mrs. Barrie?
J.M. Barrie : You shouldn't ask questions like that.
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J.M. Barrie : Why didn't you go out sledding with the others?
Michael : To be with you. Till death do us part.
J.M. Barrie : Then hold out your wedding finger.
Michael : What for?
J.M. Barrie : So I can blow a smoke ring on it.
Michael : But we're both boys.
J.M. Barrie : You speak for yourself.
Michael : You're a boy too.
J.M. Barrie : I am what's commonly known as a grown-up.
Michael : You're not common, and you're definitely not grown-up. You're old, but you're not grown-up. You're... you're one of us.
J.M. Barrie : How did you know that?
Michael : If you were grown-up, you wouldn't waste all your time with me.
J.M. Barrie : You presume to know me very well.
Michael : Inside out. Without a doubt. That's how I see the mystery of JMB.
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J.M. Barrie : I gave Mr. Frohman some of those old photographs I took of you dressed as Peter Pan, so it should bear a resemblance to the Devil in you.
Michael : Is the Devil in me?
J.M. Barrie : Especially when you smile.
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Michael : You shouldn't smoke so much, it's addictive.
J.M. Barrie : So are you.
Michael : But not for always. One day, quite soon, I daresay, I'll grow up, and then I'll be just like everyone else, and you'll get bored of me and find some other boy to love.
J.M. Barrie : Did I get bored of George?
Michael : You found me. Perhaps if I got bored of you first, that would be amusing, wouldn't it? Did Mrs. Barrie get bored of you?
J.M. Barrie : I told you, I don't want to talk about her.
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Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : What is it, darling? Oh, my Michael, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'll be well again soon.
Michael : Do you promise?
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : I promise.
Michael : Goodbye, Mother.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies : Oh, don't say goodbye like that. Let me see my Michael smile.