— I made a decision when it comes to Emma. I'm gonna back off.
— Back off?
— For the sake of the boy. Let his parents have a fair shot. Without a devilishly handsome pirate standing in the way.
— You serious?
— Yeah. I am devilishly handsome.
— Thanks, man.
— Oh, don't thank me yet. You see, I'm in this for the long haul. You've already walked out on Emma once. I'm not so sure she'll let you back in. Are you?
There are no coincidences. Everything that happens, happens by design. And there's nothing we can do about it. Forces greater than us conspire to make it happen. Fate, destiny, whatever
you wanna call it, the point is, maybe we met for a reason. Maybe something good came from us being together.
— No, my boy, the real problem for you is that there is no escaping Neverland. No one gets off this island without my permission.
— I've done it before.
— Did you? Look where you are now. It's like you never left.
— You saying you let me go?
— I'm saying everyone's where I want them.
— Oh, look. The Granola family left this.
— What is that?
— It's a native American dream catcher. It's supposed to keep all the nightmares out and only let the good dreams in to protect your home.
— It's flypaper for nightmares?
— Mm-hmm.
— Let's keep it.
— Yeah? Hang it where, the car?
— Go find Tallahassee... Even if it's without me. Hey. I'll be watching over you guys from somewhere. Promise me... just prom... promise me you'll both be happy.
— I promise. I promise.
— What, did you tranquilize him?
— I just gave him a couple bourbons. Kid's a real lightweight.
