Boy, why are you crying?

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 cannot make me!"