Scar: Now you wait here. Your father has a *marvelous* surprise for you.
Young Simba: Oooh. What is it?
Scar: If I told you, it wouldn't *be* a surprise, now would it?
Young Simba: If you tell me, I'll still *act* surprised.
Scar: Ho ho ho. You are such a naughty boy!
Young Simba: Come on, Uncle Scar.
Scar: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is just for you and your daddy. You know, a sort of... father-son... thing. Well! I'd better go get him.
Young Simba: I'll go with you.
Scar: No!
[regaining composure]
Scar: Heh heh heh. No. Just stay on this rock. You wouldn't want to end up in another mess like you did with the hyenas.
Young Simba: You know about that?
Scar: Simba, Simba, everybody knows about that.
Young Simba: Really?
Scar: Oh, yes. Lucky Daddy was there to save you, eh? Oh, and just between us, you might want to work on that little roar of yours. Hmm?
Young Simba: Oh, okay. Hey, Uncle Scar, will I like this surprise?
Scar: Simba, it's to *die* for!