Wendy: I think you have, Peter. And I daresay you've felt it yourself. For something... or... someone? Peter: Never. Even the sound of it offends me. [Wendy tries to touch his face, and he jumps away] Peter: Why do you have to spoil everything? We have fun, don't we? I taught you to fly and to fight. What more could there be? Wendy: There is so much more. Peter: What? What else is there? Wendy: I don't know. I guess it becomes clearer when you grow up. Peter: Well, I will not grow up. You can not make me!