Young Nala: Pinned you again.
Scar: You run along now, and have fun. And remember... it's our little secret.
Nala: Have you guys seen Simba? Timon: I thought he was with you. Nala: He was but now I can't find him. Where is he? [We hear Rafiki's laugh. He's sitting in a tree above them] Rafiki: You won't find him here. The king... has returned. Nala: I can't...
Scar: Ahh, my friends. Shenzi: Friends? I thought he said we were the enemy. Banzai: That's what I heard. Ed? Ed the Hyena: Oo-oo-ooh, he-he, he-he-he
Adult Simba: You knew my father? Rafiki: Correction: I *know* your father.
Young Simba: Hey, look, Banana Beak is scared. Zazu: That's *Mr.* Banana Beak to you, Fuzzy! And right now, we are all in very real danger. Young Simba: Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. Ha ha ha ha!
Shenzi: What's the hurry? We'd love you to stick around for dinner. Banzai: Yeah. We could have whatever's "lion" around. Shenzi: Oh wait, wait, wait. I got one, I got one. Make mine a "cub" sandwich. Whatcha think? [all laugh] Shenzi: [Ed points] Sh...
Banzai: The little majordomo bird, hippity-hop, all the way to the birdie boiler. Zazu: Oh no, not the birdie boiler!
Shenzi: Hey. There he goes. There he goes. Banzai: So go get him. Shenzi: There ain't no way I'm going in there. What, you want me to come out there looking like you? Cactus-Butt?
Mufasa: [above the stampeding wildebeasts] Scar! Broth-brother, help me! Scar: [Scar puts his claws into Mufasa's paws] Long live the King. [throws him into the stampede] Mufasa: Aaaaah! Young Simba: Nooooooooo!
Timon: [seeing a red beetle] These are rare delicacies. [takes it and eats it] Timon: He comes with a very pleasant crunch.
Zazu: As the king's brother *you* should have been first in line. Mufasa: Well I was first in line. Until the little hairball was born. Mufasa: That hairball is my son and you're future king. Scar: [Begins walking away] Oh, I shall practice my curtse...
Adult Simba: You said you'd always be there for me! But you're not and it's because of me. It's my fault. It's my fault.
Scar: Stampede, in the gorge. Simba's down there!
