Jonathan Livingston Seagull1973

Mother:
Son, we looked everywhere for you the last few days.

Father:
The elders in the flock are talking about you.

Mother:
They know you fly off on your own, where we never fly. They don't understand it. They will not allow it.

Jonathan:
Not allow me to learn? Why?

Mother:
Oh, I can understand your dreams, Jonathan. We all dream of better things when we're young. I'm afraid... for you. I'm afraid of what you're doing.

Father:
Maybe this isn't the best life, but it's all we know. Winter's coming. The flock must stay together to survive. We were meant to live the way we live, accept it. Take your place. Will you try, son?

Mother:
If you don't, we will have all lived for nothing.

Jonathan:
We weren't meant to live this way. I know you're wrong. But... I'll try.