Match the words to the sentences
dog, father, night, rope, tears |
Mr. Darling: Mary, the child’s growing up. It’s high time she had a room of her own.
Wendy: Father!
Mrs. Darling: George!
John: What?
Michael: No!
Mr. Darling: I mean it! Young lady, this is your last night in the nursery! And that’s my last word on the matter! No! Noooo!
ALL: Oh! Poor Nana!
Mr. Darling: Poor Nana? This is the last straw! Out! Out I say!
Michael: No, Father, no.
Mr. Darling: Yes! There’ll be no more dogs for nursemaids in this house!
Michael: Goodbye, Nana.
Mr. Darling: Poor Nana. Oh, yes, poor Nana. But poor Father? Oh, no. Blast it! Where is that (1)__________? Oh, thank you. Dash it all, Nana. D-Don’t look at me like that. It’s nothing personal. It’s just that– Well, you’re not really a nurse at all You’re…. Well, a (2)__________. And the children aren’t puppies, they’re people. And sooner or later, Nana, people have to grow up.
Wendy: But, mother, I don’t want to grow up.
Mrs. Darling: Now, dear. Don’t worry about it any more tonight.
John: He called Peter Pan “absolute poppycock”.
Mrs. Darling: I’m sure he didn’t mean it, John. Father was just upset.
Michael: Poor Nana, out there all alone.
Mrs. Darling: No more (3) __________, Michael. It’s a warm (4)__________. She’ll be all right.
Michael: Mother.
Mrs. Darling: What is it dear?
Michael: Buried treasure.
Mrs. Darling: Now, children, don’t judge your (5) __________ too harshly. After all, he really loves you very much.
Wendy: Oh don’t lock it, Mother. He might come back.
Mrs. Darling: He?
Wendy: Yes, ah, Peter Pan. You see, I found something that belongs to him.
Mrs. Darling: Oh, and what’s that?
Wendy: His shadow.
Mrs. Darling: Shadow?
Wendy: Mmm. Nana had it, but I-I took it away.
Mrs. Darling: Oh? Yes, of course. Good night, dear.
Mrs. Darling: But George, do you think the children will be safe without Nana?
Mr. Darling: Safe? Of course, they’ll be safe. Why not?
Mrs. Darling: Well, Wendy said something about a shadow, and I—
Mr. Darling: Shadow? Whose shadow?
Mrs. Darling: Peter Pan’s.
Mr. Darling: Oh, Peter Pa– Peter Pan! You don’t say. Goodness gracious, whatever shall we do?
Mrs. Darling: But George, really I–
Mr. Darling: Sound the alarm! Call Scotland Yard!
Mrs. Darling: There must have been someone—
Mr. Darling: Oh Mary, of all the impossible childish fiddle-faddle, Peter Pan, indeed. How can we expect the children to grow up and be practical—
Mrs. Darling: George, dear.
Mr. Darling: —when you’re as bad as they are? No wonder Wendy gets these idiotic ideas.
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Answers:
Mr. Darling: Mary, the child’s growing up. It’s high time she had a room of her own.
Wendy: Father!
Mrs. Darling: George!
John: What?
Michael: No!
Mr. Darling: I mean it! Young lady, this is your last night in the nursery! And that’s my last word on the matter! No! Noooo!
ALL: Oh! Poor Nana!
Mr. Darling: Poor Nana? This is the last straw! Out! Out I say!
Michael: No, Father, no.
Mr. Darling: Yes! There’ll be no more dogs for nursemaids in this house!
Michael: Goodbye, Nana.
Mr. Darling: Poor Nana. Oh, yes, poor Nana. But poor Father? Oh, no. Blast it! Where is that rope? Oh, thank you. Dash it all, Nana. D-Don’t look at me like that. It’s nothing personal. It’s just that– Well, you’re not really a nurse at all You’re…. Well, a dog. And the children aren’t puppies, they’re people. And sooner or later, Nana, people have to grow up.
Wendy: But, mother, I don’t want to grow up.
Mrs. Darling: Now, dear. Don’t worry about it any more tonight.
John: He called Peter Pan “absolute poppycock”.
Mrs. Darling: I’m sure he didn’t mean it, John. Father was just upset.
Michael: Poor Nana, out there all alone.
Mrs. Darling: No more tears, Michael. It’s a warm night. She’ll be all right.
Michael: Mother.
Mrs. Darling: What is it dear?
Michael: Buried treasure.
Mrs. Darling: Now, children, don’t judge your father too harshly. After all, he really loves you very much.
Wendy: Oh don’t lock it, Mother. He might come back.
Mrs. Darling: He?
Wendy: Yes, ah, Peter Pan. You see, I found something that belongs to him.
Mrs. Darling: Oh, and what’s that?
Wendy: His shadow.
Mrs. Darling: Shadow?
Wendy: Mmmm. Nana had it, but I-I took it away.
Mrs. Darling: Oh? Yes, of course. Good night, dear.
Mrs. Darling: But George, do you think the children will be safe without Nana?
Mr. Darling: Safe? Of course, they’ll be safe. Why not?
Mrs. Darling: Well, Wendy said something about a shadow, and I—
Mr. Darling: Shadow? Whose shadow?
Mrs. Darling: Peter Pan’s.
Mr. Darling: Oh, Peter Pa– Peter Pan! You don’t say. Goodness gracious, whatever shall we do?
Mrs. Darling: But George, really I–
Mr. Darling: Sound the alarm! Call Scotland Yard!
Mrs. Darling: There must have been someone—
Mr. Darling: Oh Mary, of all the impossible childish fiddle-faddle, Peter Pan, indeed. How can we expect the children to grow up and be practical—
Mrs. Darling: George, dear.
Mr. Darling: —when you’re as bad as they are? No wonder Wendy gets these idiotic ideas.