Sarafina!

Interrogator:
I don't give a sh*t how young you are. You throw a bomb at me, I'm going to kill you. You try to burn down my house, I'm going to kill you. You make war on my country, I'm going to kill you. You think you've got the whole of black Africa just waiting to roll on over us, eh? You try it. Just try it. We're ready for you.

Sarafina:
Come on, Nelson. Why can't I be a star? What does a star do? Nothing. Look at the camera, flash! Smile at the camera, flash! Look at everybody, big eyes! Say nothing. Stars don't do, stars just be.

Preacher:
They fear you because you are young. They fear you because you are the future. How fearful they must be that they shoot you children. How powerful you must be that they fear you so much. You are powerful because you are the generation that will be free. The violence, the beatings, the torture, the killings; all this is the birth pain of our free nation. Please God, may I live to see it. But if I don't, I see it now on your faces like the light of the rising sun, and my heart lifts within me, as if I, too, was young again. And I know, yes, I know freedom is coming tomorrow. May our children rest in peace. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Uncle:
And you Sarafina, you're too full of yourself. You're getting too big for your boots.