Baelfire (Bael) / Neal Cassidy

— 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?

— Uh, we need a new maid.
— Gods, no!
— She heard us talking about the knife.
— She was mute. She couldn't tell anyone.
— Even mutes can draw a picture.

— 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.

— What, did you tranquilize him?
— I just gave him a couple bourbons. Kid's a real lightweight.

— 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.

— Here it is, your star map.
— It's not a star map. It's... what we're gonna use to trap Pan's shadow.
— A coconut? Are you daft?
— You came to Neverland on a pirate ship through a portal. You draw the line at a magic coconut?

— You ever thought about going back?
— Back where?
— Home. Where we're from.
— Uh... I spend most of my life trying to forget that place.