Young Simba: Hey! Why don't you pick on somebody your own size? Shenzi: Like... you? Young Simba: Oops.
Nala: What made you come back? Adult Simba: I finally got some sense knocked into me. And I've got the bump to prove it.
[Watching Simba and Nala] Timon: I tell ya, Pumbaa, this stinks! Pumbaa: Oh, sorry. Timon: Not you, THEM! Him... Her... alone.
Timon: [seeing a red beetle] These are rare delicacies. [takes it and eats it] Timon: He comes with a very pleasant crunch.
King of Swamp Castle: Please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Let's not bicker and argue over who killed who.
Billy Fish: [On being offered a horse to escape the lost battle] Gurkha is foot soldier, not cavalry.
Peachy Carnehan: Keep looking at me. It helps to keep my soul from flying off.
Jack Skellington: [singing with false pomp] And I, *Jack*, the *Pumpkin King*, grow tired of the same old thing.
King: [Watching the ambush party leave into the jungle] I'm glad I ain't going with them. Somewhere out there is the beast and he hungry tonight.
Rhah: What you doing in the underworld, Taylor? King: Well, this here ain't Taylor. Taylor been shot. This man here is Chris. He been resurrected.
Taffyta Muttonfudge: King Candy says glitches can't race. Vanellope von Schweetz: I'm not a glitch, Taffyta. I've just got pixlexia, okay?
The habit of collecting, of attachment to things, is an essential human trait. But Western civilization put collecting on a pedestal by inventing museums. Museums are about representing power. It could be the king's power or, later, people's power.
I became a big Kings fan, and then later on my hometown of Ottawa got a team, so then I was very, very torn. I just love both of those teams very much.
Touring with King Crimson wasn't a lot of fun for me. I had a lot of equipment, and when I was in improvised music I'd set it up myself, play the gig, and put it all away again.
King Leonidas: You have many slaves, Xerxes, but few warriors. It won't be long before they fear my spears more than your whips.
Dilios: Immortals... they fail our king's test. And a man who fancies himself a god feels a very human chill crawl up his spine.
Ephor #1: Sparta wages no war at the time of the Carneia. King Leonidas: Sparta will burn! Her men will die at the arms of their women and children will be slaves or worse!
Queen of Hearts: And who is this? King of Hearts: Let me see, my dear. It's certainly not a heart. Do you suppose it's a club?
Heard in full sound, the Gospels tell about the establishment of a theocracy, and portray what theocracy looks like with Jesus as king.
The Empire State, a lonely dinosaur, rose sadly at midtown, highest tower, tallest mountain, longest road, King Kong's eyrie, meant to moor airships, alas.
Where there is life, there is hope.
