Jonathan Livingston Seagull1973

The Elder:
Fletcher Lynd Seagull, you were born to us, but you are not part of us. You cry against the flock and against the law. You ask questions, answered a thousand years ago. You do not wish the protection of the flock. And you shall not have it. You are henceforth and forever outcast.

Fletcher:
[angrily] I don't want your protection. You're gonna wish you never-- All your henceforth and forever. It's not gonna be me who needs protection. It's not gonna be me! I don't care what they say. There's one hell of a lot more to flying than just flapping around from A to B. A mosquito can do that. One little barrel roll around the elder to show him what's possible, and I'm outcast. Can't they see? Can't they think of the glory it'll be when we really find out how to fly? Damn the flock. I'll be outlaw alright. Outlaw like they never saw before. I'll make them so sorry.