Caroline Goodall: Moira

Hook

Moira

Moira Banning: [after throwing Peter's phone out the window] I'm sorry about your deal.
Peter Banning: You hated the deal.
Moira Banning: I hated the deal. But I'm sorry you feel so badly about it. Your children love you. They want to play with you. How long do you think that lasts? Soon Jack may not even want you to come to his games. We have a few special years with our children, when they're the ones that want us around. After that, you're going to be running after them for a bit of attention. It's so fast, Peter. It's a few years, then it's over. And you are not being careful. And you are missing it.

Peter Banning: [arriving at Wendy's home, knocks on the door] Remember, you're in England, land of good manners.
[the door opens, to old man behind the door]
Peter Banning: Uncle Toodles!
Toodles: IT'S SNOWING!
[slams the door closed on the Bannings]
Jack: [chuckles and starts choking and Peter pats his chest out of his gum]
[a housekeeper happily screamed in high pitch, when Peter yells happily and Moira shrieks suprisingly with all the kids]
Liza, Wendy's Housekeeper: LOOK AT THESE ADORABLE CHILDREN!
Peter Banning: It's good to see you, Libby, Linda... Lisa!
Liza, Wendy's Housekeeper: Liza.
Peter Banning: I said that.
Liza, Wendy's Housekeeper: OH!
[points at him, smiling]
Liza, Wendy's Housekeeper: Ho ho ho! Oh, Moira, how are you?
[she exclaming excitedly at Moira and started hugging]
Liza, Wendy's Housekeeper: Look at the size of you... Look at you, such a big, sweet thing.
[she looks at Moira]
Liza, Wendy's Housekeeper: Granny Wendy will be right down.
Moira Banning: She's upstairs? Oh, good.

Peter Banning: I never should have come here. I should have stayed until the deal was done.
Moira Banning: You haven't been here for ten years, though Granny asked you to visit every year.
Peter Banning: I've been a little busy, Moira.
Moira Banning: You promised the children some real time here...
Peter Banning: I just got here, what are you talking about?
Moira Banning: ...and you haven't even looked at them except to examine them or yell at them.
Peter Banning: That's not true.
Moira Banning: How many more broken promises, Peter?
[Peter's phone rings; Peter and Moira share a tense moment of silence]
Peter Banning: It's Brad, Moira. I gotta take this call. I gotta fix this.
Moira Banning: No, you've got to fix your family first.

Wendy Darling: Hello, Boy.
Peter Banning: Hello, Wendy.
Moira Banning: I told you, Gran, I'd get him here, by hook or by crook.
Peter Banning: I'm sorry it's been so long between visits, I've just...
Wendy Darling: It's been ten years between visits. But never mind. Come and give me a skwoodge.

Peter Banning: [while the children are running around making a noise, shouting into the phone] Wait a minute. You're telling me a 10-inch owl has a 50-mile mating radius? Why don't they just fornicate someplace else? What, a five billion dollar deal falling apart because of this? Why doesn't somebody just shoot me in the head?
Jack: [making a gun gesture with his hands] Bang, bang!
Peter Banning: [abandoning call, shouts] Will everybody just SHUT UP!
Jack: [backing away in fright] I'm sorry.
Peter Banning: And leave me alone for one moment! Moira, get 'em outta here, will you? I'm on the phone call of my life!
Moira Banning: [exits Maggie and Jack] Come on, Jack, come on. Out, out out.

Peter Banning: [flying to England on a plane in turbulence] I'm not gonna make it to my next birthday.
Moira Banning: You're not gonna die without a phone and fax machine.
Peter Banning: I'm halfway there. I got the phone in my briefcase.

Peter Banning: What's gotten into you?
Moira Banning: Oh, this house. This house has gotten to me. Some of those things I was when I was young have never left me. Oh, Peter. We were children in these rooms.