Zazu: Well, as slippery as your mind is, as the King's brother *you* should've been first in line.
Scar: [Scar threatens to bite, Zazu retreats toward Mufasa] Well, I was first in line, until the little hairball was born.
Mufasa: That hairball is my son. And *your* future king.
Scar: Oh, I shall have to practice my curtsy.