An American Tail: The Treasure of Manhattan Island1998

[first lines; after "We Live in Manhattan"]

Fievel:
Morning, Mama!

Tanya:
Morning!

Mama:
Good morning, my darlings. You had a good night?

Tanya:
[giggles] Yes, Mama.

Fievel:
I dreamed we moved out west and I became a famous gunslinger!

Tanya:
[sarcastically] Ha. Like that could happen.

Fievel:
Well, it seemed real to me.

[clock chimes]

Mama:
Look at the time. Where is your father?

Tanya:
I'll go get him.

Fievel:
No, I will.

[Papa snores]

Tanya:
Good morning, Papa.

Fievel:
Time to get up.

Papa:
Okay, okay. I'm fine. I'm awake! [sleeps and snores]

Fievel:
Then how come you look asleep?

Papa:
[groans and covers his head with a pillow] Wishful thinking.

Tanya:
Hurry, Papa, or you'll be late for your job at the factory.

Papa:
[snaps] Alright. Okay. I'm up! Happy?!

Tanya:
[about to weep] I...I was trying to help. [weeps]

Papa:
Tanya, wait. I didn't--

Mama:
What's with all excitement?

Tanya:
[walks towards Mama weeping; voice breaking] Papa is so mean lately.

Mama:
[angered; to Papa] So! I hope you're satisfied.

Papa:
Tanya, I'm sorry. Tell her I'm sorry! [Mama gives him a glare as Tanya weeps, he moans]

Fievel:
Papa, are you okay?

Papa:
Ah, Fievel, it's just that I'm not as young as I used to be.

Fievel:
Me, neither!

Papa:
Fievel, what I mean is I'm tired. Back in Russia, I taught music, sometimes, I made a few violins to sell. Two jobs was enough! Aye, but here in America, here, you need three.

Fievel:
Isn't that good?

Papa:
Well, yes and no. Yes, because it's the only way for us to get ahead and build a better life. And also no, because when I'm so worn out, I forget to be kind to my own family.

[Tanya who heard what Papa said, comes back to embrace him]

Fievel:
Aw, don't worry, Papa. It'll work out. Like you always tell me, "In America, you are truly free."

Papa:
[chuckles] That is true.

Fievel:
"Free to succeed and free to fail."

Papa:
Ay, that is also true.

Fievel:
"Free to be a little crumb one day and the next, a big cheese."

Papa:
That is also, also true.

Mama:
Of course, he also said there were no cats in America.

Papa:
Hmph!

Fievel:
That's okay, Papa, you can't be right about everything.

Papa:
[laughing] Little Fievel. It's good you are so full of hope.

Mama:
Of course, he's full of hope. He's your son, isn't he?

Fievel:
Yeah, and you're my papa, [hugs him] Papa.