Pan: What, you think that kiss actually meant something?
Killian Jones: I do. I think it means she's finally starting to see me for the man I am.
Pan: What? A one-handed pirate with a drinking problem? I'm no grown-up, but I'm pretty sure that's less than appealing.

Pan: You've got fire. I like fire.

Henry Mills: I don't like apples.
Pan: Who doesn't like apples?
Henry: It's a family thing.

Pan: Let's play a game... I call it target practice.

Emma Swan: If this is some kind of trap...
Pan: I may not be the most well-behaved boy on the island, but I always keep my promises.

Pan: It's impossible to see the future in a place where time stands still.
Rumpelstiltskin: I may not see the future here, but I can make one up.

Emma Swan: How did that feel?
Pan: Like a tickle.

Pan: What? You're here to pwotect your wuved ones?