An American Tail: The Treasure of Manhattan Island1998

[Fievel sits alone while Tiger is asleep]

Tiger:
(snoring and unintelligent muttering)

Cholena:
What's the matter, Zelozelos?

Fievel:
Oh, I just was thinking. We're no better than Scuttlebutt. See? We found this map, and it told us about your... treasure. That's why we came; to grab it for ourselves... just like Scuttlebutt.

Cholena:
You did not know we were here. You are not thieves.

Fievel:
[sternly] Yes, we are!

Tiger:
[sighing and muttering]

Cholena:
Come with me, Zelozelos. [takes Fievel's hand. Scene switches to her showing Fievel their treasure.] This... is our greatest treasure.

Fievel:
But, it's just a string of beads.

Cholena:
It is wampum. It is the history of our tribe told in symbols.

Fievel:
W-We risked our lives for that?

Cholena:
Zelozelos, treasures comes in many forms. For us, it is our heritage. The wampum reminds us of our life with the Lenape, of our journey here and being separated from everything we once knew.

Fievel:
[upset] See what I mean? The settlers just stomped in and took over. If that's "The American Dream," I want nothing to do with it!

Cholena:
Do not be hasty, Zelozelos. [Fievel tears up] This dream of yours is a wonderful thing, even if it has not always been taken to heart. [wipes Fievel's tears away]