The Power of One (1992)
Doc: To have a brain is not a sin, but to have a brain and not use it, that is a sin.
Geel Piet: Little beat big when little smart. First with the head, then with the heart. You can remember that?
P.K.: How will they ever be included if they can't ever read or write English.
St. John: I quite agree with you, P.K. But at the end of the day, it's only about a dozen people you're talking about teaching. How much difference will that really make?
P.K.: A waterfall begins from only one drop of water, sir. Look what comes from that...
Doc: The brain, Peekay, has two functions: It is the best reference library ever, which is a good thing to have. But also from it comes original thought. In school you will get all filled up with the facts. Out here, your brain will learn where to look, how to look, and how to think. Any question you ever have, the answer you will find in Nature - if you know where to look, and how to ask. And then you will have for yourself all the brains that have ever been.
Doc: You know, my donkey, Beethoven, once told me a remedy of curing sadness in little boys. Would you like to try it?
Doc: Okay, stand up, on this brick wall, stand on one leg, good, now close your eyes, say three times "absoloodle".
P.K. Age 7: Absoloodle, absoloodle, absoloodle.
Doc: Feel better?
[P.K shakes his head]
Doc: No? I guess it proves one thing then.
P.K. Age 7: What's that?
Doc: Never take advice from a donkey.
P.K. Age 7: Doc said a person needed 2 things in life: his health, and a good education. He said my health was good, but that my education needed immediate attention. Doc showed me Africa. He made Africa my classroom.
Prof. Daniel Marais: Laws define rights.
P.K.: I agree, sir. But do they always define justice?
Prof. Daniel Marais: Justice, young man, is only relative to who is in charge.
P.K.: Quite true, sir. But perhaps how well they stay in charge is only relative to how well they dispense that justice.
P.K.: I remember my nanny would tell me, that if I listened to the wind, I would hear the voices of my life. I listened, and heard Doc talk about justice. I heard Geel Piet talk about hope. I heard Daboola Manzi, the odd medicine man, talk about courage. I heard Maria. These are the voices of my life, the voices of Africa. These are the voices I carry with me, as Duma and I set out together to help bring our country closer to a good tomorrow.
P.K.: If you had the opportunity to get to know me, would you take it?
Maria Marais: Yah, I would.
P.K.: Even if it meant going against your father's orders?
Maria Marais: What do you call this?
Doc: Any question you ever have, the answer you will find in nature.
St. John: Any ideology that needs to attack the thing that least threatens it is an ideology that will not outlive its own generation.
[the African inmates are singing a song in Zulu, insulting the prison guards. One of the guards caught up with Piet and asks him what they are singing about]
Sgt. Bowmann: What are they singing?
Geel Piet: [translating] They run this way. They run that way. They are confused. They are afraid.
Sgt. Bowmann: We are afraid?
Sgt. Bowmann: We are afraid?
Geel Piet: You are cowards.
Sgt. Bowmann: You *bastards*.
P.K. Age 7: A month later, war broke out in Europe. This caused me more problems than bed wetting ever had.
Hoppie Gruenewald: Where did you learn to box like that?
P.K.: Prison, sir.
Hoppie Gruenewald: Are you training to be a boxer or a comedian?
St. John: History disputes you.
P.K.: History takes too long.
St. John: Yes I know it does, but it's never kind to those who try to hurry it.
Sgt. Botha: I'm not finished with you... or the Marais girl.
Sgt. Bowmann: You are a bunch of shit eaters, aren't you, Kaffir?
Geel Piet: No, Baas.
Sgt. Bowmann: What you say?
Geel Piet: Yes, Baas.
Sgt. Bowmann: Bloody right.
P.K.: You're disrupting the sanctity of the church!
Col. Bretyn: No, you are, Rooinek, with your damn race mixing ideas.
Title Card: In the 1680s, Dutch, French and Germans fled religious persecution in Europe and settled in Southern Africa. They called themselves the Afrikaners. White Africans. / For the next 250 years, the British Empire fought the Afrikaners for control of the land, the gold and 20 million Native Africans. / In 1948, a conservative Afrikaner government was voted into power. A system of segregation first introduced by the English was declared the law of the land. / The English never gave the system a name. The Afrikaners called it Apartheid. / Our story begins 18 years earlier, in 1930, on a small English farm in South Africa.
Jaapie Botha: You know what P.K stands for? Piss Kop. Piss Head.
P.K. Age 7: No it doesn't. It stands for Peter Phillip Kenneth Keith, that's my name.
Jaapie Botha: Let's piss on the Piss Kop.
Sgt. Bowmann: You can't hide from me forever, Kaffir. Your day will come and it will be as black as your bloody soul. I promise you.
Gideon Duma: Damn belief. I believe in Africa. I believe in my people. I want to in the future. Now what do you believe in, P.K.? Tell me, what?
Manager: Mind your mouth, Kaffir!
P.K.: It makes no difference at all!
Morrie Gilbert: You can't ignore the fact that the man's the intellectual darling of the National Party! He's got as much use for an English boy rutting after his beautiful Afrikaaner daughter as the Queen has for boules... Pardon my French!
Sgt. Botha: You may be the Heavyweight Champion of our country, but you're a disgrace to it.