-Here, son. I want you to have one of these. -I can't. I'm not a hero like you. Well, not really. -Well, maybe not. Maybe a real hero is the last one to hear about it. But you pulled me out of a gutter, and for that I owe you some thanks. Just remember, Fievel. One man's sunset is another man's dawn. I don't know what's out there beyond those hills, but if you ride yonder head up, eyes steady, heart open, I think one day you'll find that you're the hero you've been looking for.
-Here, son. I want you to have one of these.
-I can't. I'm not a hero like you. Well, not really.
-Well, maybe not. Maybe a real hero is the last one to hear about it. But you pulled me out of a gutter, and for that I owe you some thanks. Just remember, Fievel. One man's sunset is another man's dawn. I don't know what's out there beyond those hills, but if you ride yonder head up, eyes steady, heart open, I think one day you'll find that you're the hero you've been looking for.
A New Land - The Future - One of the Forty-Four Songs of Jimmy Kielbasa of San Jose, California