Scar Lion King Never Go Hungry Again
Adult Simba: I know what I have to practice. Simply going back means I'll have to face my past. I've been running from it for so long.
[Rafiki hits Simba on the head with his stick]
Adult Simba: Ow! Jeez, what was that for?
Rafiki: It doesn't affair. It's in the past.
[laughs]
Adult Simba: Yeah, but it still hurts.
Rafiki: Oh yes, the by can hurt. But from the way I encounter it, you can either run from it, or... learn from it.
[swings his stick again at Simba, who ducks out of the fashion]
Rafiki: Ha. You run into? So what are you going to exercise?
Adult Simba: First, I'm gonna have your stick.
[Simba snatches Rafiki's stick and throws it and Rafiki runs to catch information technology]
Rafiki: No, no, no, no, non the stick! Hey, where y'all going?
Adult Simba: I'yard going back!
Rafiki: Good! Become on! Go out of here!
[Rafiki begins laughing and screeching loudly]
Scar: I'm surrounded by idiots.
Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, e'er wonder what those sparkly dots are up in that location?
Timon: Pumbaa, I don't wonder; I know.
Pumbaa: Oh. What are they?
Timon: They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... got stuck up on that big blue-black matter.
Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were assurance of gas burning billions of miles away.
Timon: Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas.
Mufasa: Everything you run into exists together in a delicate remainder. As male monarch, you need to empathise that remainder and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.
Young Simba: Merely, Dad, don't we eat the antelope?
Mufasa: Yep, Simba, but allow me explain. When we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope swallow the grass. And so we are all connected in the neat Circle of Life.
Rafiki: Look down at that place.
[Slowly Simba walks to the edge of the watering pigsty and peers inside. His reflection stares back at him]
Developed Simba: That'due south not my father. That's merely my reflection.
Rafiki: No. Look harder.
[Rafiki touches the h2o which causes waves that alter Simba'due south reflection into Mufasa]
Rafiki: You encounter? He lives in you.
Mufasa's Ghost: [From above] Simba.
Adult Simba: Father?
Mufasa's Ghost: [He appears in the heaven equally a group of stars] Simba, you lot have forgotten me.
Developed Simba: No. How could I?
Mufasa'south Ghost: You lot have forgotten who y'all are and then take forgotten me. Look inside yourself Simba. Y'all are more than what you have become. You lot must accept your place in the Circle of life.
Adult Simba: How can I go back? I'm not who I used to exist.
Mufasa's Ghost: [Now fully formed in the sky] Recollect who yous are. You lot are my son and the one true king. Remember who you are.
Adult Simba: [Mufasa's ghost begins to disappear] No! Please! Don't get out me!
Mufasa's Ghost: Recall.
Adult Simba: Father!
Mufasa'due south Ghost: Remember.
Adult Simba: Don't leave me.
Mufasa's Ghost: Call back.
Pumbaa: [about "Hakuna Matata"] It'south our motto.
Young Simba: What's a motto?
Timon: Nothing. What's a motto with you?
[laughs]
Rafiki: Asante sana Squash banana, Wiwi nugu Mi mi apana.
Developed Simba: Come on, will you lot cut it out?
Rafiki: Can't cut it out. It will abound right back. Hehehe.
Adult Simba: Creepy little monkey. Would you stop following me! Who are you?
Rafiki: The question is, who... are yous?
Adult Simba: [sighs] I thought I knew, but at present I'm non so sure.
Rafiki: Well, I know who yous are! Shh. Come here, it's a secret.
[Whispers, and then grows louder]
Rafiki: Asante sana Squash banana, Wiwi nugu Mi mi apana!
Adult Simba: Enough already! What'southward that supposed to mean, anyway?
Rafiki: It means you're a birdie... and I'm not.
Adult Simba: I retrieve you're a little confused.
Rafiki: Wrong! I'm not the one who'southward confused. You don't even know who yous are!
Adult Simba: Oh, and I suppose you know?
Rafiki: Certain do. You're Mufasa's boy!
[Simba turns around to wait at him, shocked]
Rafiki: Bye!
Timon: What do y'all want me to do, dress in drag and practise the hula?
Young Simba: Dad?
Mufasa: Hmm?
Young Simba: Nosotros're pals, right?
Mufasa: Correct.
Young Simba: And we'll always be together, correct?
Mufasa: Simba, permit me tell you something my father told me. Look at the stars. The great kings of the by look downwardly on us from those stars.
Young Simba: Really?
Mufasa: Yes. And then whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings volition always exist there to guide you. And and so volition I.
Young Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar, guess what?
Scar: I despise guessing games.
Young Simba: I'm gonna exist King of Pride Stone.
Scar: Oh, goody.
Immature Simba: My dad just showed me the whole kingdom. And I'm gonna rule information technology all. Heheh.
Scar: Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know.
[flops on his side]
Young Simba: Hey Uncle Scar, when I'grand King, what'll that make you?
Scar: A monkey's uncle.
Young Simba: [laughs] You're then weird.
Scar: You take no idea.
Zazu: [singing] Nooooobody knows the trouble I've seen. / Nooooobody knows my sorrow.
Scar: Oh, Zazu, do lighten upward. Sing something with a petty *bounce* in information technology.
Zazu: [singing] Information technology's a small-scale world after all...
Scar: NO! No. *Annihilation* but that!
Zazu: [singing] I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts. / Dee-dee-dee-dee, / There they are just standing in a row.
Zazu,Scar: [Scar joins in] Big ones, small ones, some as large as your head...
Zazu: [whispering] Oh, I never had to do this with Mufasa.
Zazu: Checking in with the morning report.
Mufasa: Fire away.
Zazu: Well the buzz from the bees is that the leopards are in a bit of a spot. And the baboons are going ape over this. Of form, the giraffes are acting similar they're above information technology all... The tick birds are pecking on the elephants. I told the elephants to forget information technology, only they can't. The cheetahs are difficult upwardly, merely I e'er say, cheetahs never prosper...
Banzai: [In the hyenas' lair, Banzai slouches with claw marks on his rear] Homo, that lousy Mufasa... I won't be able to sit down for a *calendar week!*
Ed the Hyena: [laughs, merely also tries his best to conceal it from time to time] Eh-hee-hee-hee. Heh-heheheheheheheheheh...
Banzai: [Glares at Ed and bares his teeth with impatience] It'southward not funny, Ed.
Ed the Hyena: [Cups his paws over his mouth and then bursts into hysterical laughter, spitting as his tongue lofts out of his oral fissure] BA-HA-HA-HAAAA! HA-AH-AH-AH-AH!
[Inhales deeply]
Banzai: Hey, shut up!
Ed the Hyena: AH-HA-HO! HO-HO-HO-HO!
Banzai: [Bares his teeth] Grrrrrr...
[as Ed continues to laugh, Banzai barks and pounces on Ed, abruptly ending his laughing. The two embark a brief fight]
Shenzi: [Rolls her optics and turns to the two yelping and rolling atop each other aggressively] Will you knock it off?
Banzai: [ed appears to be chewing on Banzai's leg; Banzai sits up] Well, he started it!
[It is now obvious that Ed is chewing his own leg repeatedly]
Shenzi: Look at y'all guys! No wonder nosotros're dangling at the bottom of the nutrient chain!
Banzai: [a string of drool dangles from his chin] Man, I hate dangling...
Shenzi: [Scoffs] Yeah? You know, if information technology weren't for those lions, we'd exist *runnin'* the articulation.
[Ed nods idiotically]
Banzai: Man, I *detest* lions!
Shenzi: [Grumbles] So pushy...
Banzai: And hairy...
Shenzi: [Smiles] Stinky...
Banzai: [Grins] And man are they...
Banzai,Shenzi: [Elongated use of the 'u'] U-GLY!
[both express joy hysterically]
Timon: Gee. He looks blue.
Pumbaa: I'd say dark-brown-gold.
Timon: No, no, no. I mean he's depressed.
Pumbaa: Oh.
Scar: [after forcing Simba to the border of a cliff while a fire burns below] Now this looks familiar. Where accept I seen this before? Hm, let me retrieve. Oh, yes, I remember! This is simply the way your father looked earlier he died.
[He claws Simba's paws the same way he did to Mufasa]
Scar: And here's 'my' trivial secret...
[whispering]
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Young Simba: [In a flashback] Nooooo!
Adult Simba: [leaps back up and pounces on him] Nooo! Murderer!
[Timon and Zazu are cornered by hyenas]
Timon: Please don't swallow me.
Pumbaa: Drib 'em!
Banzai: Hey, who'southward the pig?
Pumbaa: Are y'all talkin' to me?
Timon: Uh-oh, they called him a hog.
Pumbaa: Are yous talking to *me*?
Timon: Ya shouldn't have done that.
Pumbaa: ARE You lot TALKING TO ME?
Timon: Now they're in for information technology!
Pumbaa: THEY CALL ME MR. Grunter!
[screams as he charges towards the hyenas]
Pumbaa: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
[get-go lines]
Scar: [Scar catches a mouse] Life'south not fair, is it? You lot see, I... well, I shall never exist king. And y'all... shall never see the calorie-free of another day. Hmm-hmm-hmm, adieu.
Zazu: Didn't your mother ever tell you non to play with your food?
Scar: [bellowing] Sarabiiiii!
[echoes and reechoes; we soon see Sarabi walking through the pack of hyenas, trying to snap at her; Simba looks on as Sarabi approaches]
Sarabi: Yep, Scar?
Scar: Where is your hunting party? They're not doing their job.
Sarabi: Scar, at that place is no food. The herds have moved on.
Scar: No! You're just not looking difficult enough.
Sarabi: It'due south over. At that place is nothing left. We have only one pick. Nosotros *must* get out Pride Stone.
Scar: We're non going anywhere!
Sarabi: And then you have sentenced united states of america to death!
Scar: Then so be it!
Sarabi: You tin't practice that!
Scar: I'm the king! I can do any I want!
Sarabi: If you were half the king Mufasa was, you...
Scar: [knocks Sarabi unconscious] I'm *eleven* times the male monarch Mufasa was!
[Lightning flashes and illuminates a snarling Simba]
Scar: Mufasa! No! You're dead!
Sarabi: Your son'due south awake.
Mufasa: Before sunrise, he's *your* son.
Mufasa: Don't turn your back on me, Scar!
Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps *you* shouldn't plough your dorsum on *me*.
Mufasa: [roars, runs to stand before him] Is that a claiming?
Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn't *dream* of challenging you.
Zazu: Pity! Why not?
Scar: Well, as far as brains go, I got the king of beasts's share. But, when it comes to brute strength... I'thousand afraid I'one thousand at the shallow end of the gene pool.
Zazu: [nigh Scar] At that place's one in every family sire. Two in mine, actually. And they always manage to ruin special occasions.
Mufasa: What am I going to do with him?
Zazu: He'd brand a very handsome throw rug.
Mufasa: [Surprised] Zazu!
Zazu: And just think, Whenever he gets dirty you can accept him out and beat him.
Pumbaa: [to Young Simba] Yous know, kid, in times similar this my buddy Timon here says: you lot got to put your behind in your past.
Timon: No, no, no. Amateur. Prevarication down before you injure yourself. It's "You got to put your by behind you."
Zazu: Well, every bit glace every bit your mind is, as the King's brother *yous* should've been outset in line.
Scar: [Scar threatens to seize with teeth, Zazu retreats toward Mufasa] Well, I was first in line, until the little hairball was born.
Mufasa: That hairball is my son. And *your* hereafter king.
Scar: Oh, I shall have to practice my curtsy.
Timon: Permit me get this directly. You know her. She knows you lot. But she wants to eat him. And everybody'due south okay with this?
[jumps up suddenly]
Timon: [yells] Did I miss something?
Adult Simba: Heed, you lot retrieve y'all can merely testify up and tell me how to live my life? You don't even know what I've been through!
Nala: I would if yous just tell me!
Adult Simba: Forget it!
Nala: Fine!
Scar: Now you wait here. Your father has a *marvelous* surprise for yous.
Young Simba: Oooh. What is it?
Scar: If I told y'all, it wouldn't *exist* a surprise, now would it?
Young Simba: If you tell me, I'll still *human activity* 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... male parent-son... affair. Well! I'd better get get him.
Young Simba: I'll get with you.
Scar: No!
[regaining sophistication]
Scar: Heh heh heh. No. Just stay on this rock. You wouldn't desire to stop upwards in another mess similar you lot did with the hyenas.
Young Simba: You lot know about that?
Scar: Simba, Simba, everybody knows near that.
Young Simba: Actually?
Scar: Oh, yep. Lucky Daddy was there to save you, eh? Oh, and only betwixt us, you might desire to piece of work on that little roar of yours. Hmm?
Young Simba: Oh, okay. Hey, Uncle Scar, volition I like this surprise?
Scar: Simba, it'south to *die* for!
Young Simba: [Nala's mother, Sarafina is giving Nala a bath] Hey, Nala.
Young Nala: Hi, Simba.
Young Simba: Come on, I just heard about this great place.
Immature Nala: Simba, I'one thousand kinda in the heart of a bath.
Sarabi: And it's time for yours.
[grabs Simba and starts licking him]
Immature Simba: Mom! Mom, you lot're messing up my mane!
[Sarabi smiles]
Immature Simba: Ok, ok. I'm clean. Can we get now?
Young Nala: So where are we going? It meliorate not be anyplace dumb.
Young Simba: No, it's really cool.
Sarabi: Then where is this actually cool place?
Young Simba: Oh... around the waterhole.
Young Nala: The waterhole? What's so groovy about the waterhole?
Immature Simba: [muttering] I'll *bear witness* you when we *get* there.
Young Nala: Oh... Mom, can I go with Simba?
Sarafina - Nala'southward Mother: Hmm, what do yous think Sarabi?
Sarabi: Well...
Immature Simba,Young Nala: [with forced grins] Please!
Sarabi: It'south alright with me.
Young Simba: Yeah!
Young Nala: All right!
Sarabi: Equally long equally Zazu goes with yous.
Young Simba: No, non Zazu!
Scar: Ahh, so you oasis't told them your piffling secret. Well, Simba, at present's your risk to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's death!
Developed Simba: [pause] I am.
Sarabi: [whispering] It'south not truthful. Tell me it's not true.
Developed Simba: Information technology's true.
Scar: You see? He admits it. Murderer!
Adult Simba: No! It was an accident!
Scar: If it weren't for you Mufasa would still be alive. It's your fault he's expressionless. Do you deny information technology?
Adult Simba: No.
Scar: Then you lot're *guilty*.
Adult Simba: No, I'm *not* a murderer!
Pumbaa: [singing] And I got down-hearted.
Timon: How did you feel?
Pumbaa: Every time that I...
Timon: [clapping Pumbaa's oral fissure shut] Hey, Pumbaa, not in front of the kids.
Pumbaa: [Faces the camera] Oh. Pitiful.
Shenzi: Well, well, well, Banzai, what have we got here?
Banzai: Hmm, I don't know Shenzi uh, what exercise you think Ed?
Ed the Hyena: Oo ehehe, oh hahahaha
Banzai: Yeah, just what I was thinking, a trio of trespassers.
Zazu: And quite by accident permit me assure y'all...
Shenzi: Whoa, whoa, wait wait. I know you, you lot're Mufasa'due south trivial stooge.
Zazu: I madame, am the king'southward majordomo.
Banzai: And that would make you...?
Immature Simba: The futurity King!
Shenzi: Do you know what we do to kings who stride out of their kingdom?
Young Simba: Puh, you lot tin't do anything to me.
Zazu: Uh-uh, technically they can, we are on their country.
Immature Simba: Just Zazu, you lot told me they are zip merely slobbery, mangy stupid poachers.
Zazu: 9-nay on the upid-stay...
Banzai: Who you callin' upid-stay?
Banzai: I thought things were bad under Mufasa.
Scar: What did you lot say?
Banzai: I said Muf...
[Shenzi elbows him]
Banzai: I said, uh... Que pasa?
Scar: Good. At present get out.
Banzai: Yeah, only... we're still hungry.
Scar: *Out*!
Timon: Allow me get this directly. You're the king? And you never told us?
Adult Simba: Look, I'm still the same guy.
Timon: But with power!
Nala: Could you guys alibi united states for a few minutes?
Timon: Hey, whatever she has to say, she can say in front of us. Right, Simba?
Developed Simba: Mm... Maybe you'd ameliorate go.
Timon: It starts. You lot think you know a guy...
[Timon and Pumbaa go out]
Adult Simba: Timon and Pumbaa. You learn to love 'em.
Scar: Simba, Simba, please. Please have mercy, I beg y'all.
Adult Simba: You don't deserve to live.
Scar: But, Simba, I... am... family unit. It's the hyenas who are the existent enemy. It was their fault. It was their idea!
Adult Simba: Why should I believe y'all? Everything you e'er told me was a prevarication.
Scar: What are you going to do? You lot wouldn't impale your *erstwhile* uncle...?
Adult Simba: No, Scar. I'm non like yous.
Scar: Oh, Simba, cheers. You lot are truly noble. I'll make it up to you, I promise. How tin I, ah, prove myself to you? Tell me anything, anything.
Adult Simba: Run. Run away, Scar. And never return.
Scar: Yes. Of course. As yous wish,
[Scar'southward words turn into a snarl]
Scar: your Majesty!
[throws embers in Simba'due south face]
Adult Simba: Aaah!
Pumbaa: Kid, what's eatin' ya?
Timon: Zilch, he'south at the top of the food chain!
[laughs]
Timon: The food chain!
[chuckles nervously]
Timon: [of the decimated Pride Rock] We're gonna fight your uncle... for this?
Adult Simba: Yes, Timon. This is my home.
Timon: Whoa. Talk virtually your fixer-upper.
Mufasa: Look, Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom.
Young Simba: Wow.
Mufasa: A male monarch'south fourth dimension as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One mean solar day, Simba, the sun volition assail my time here, and volition ascension with you lot as the new king.
Young Simba: And this'll all be mine?
Mufasa: Everything.
Young Simba: Everything the low-cal touches...
Scar: So, your begetter showed you the whole kingdom, did he?
Young Simba: Everything.
Scar: He didn't show you lot what'due south beyond that rise at the northern border?
Young Simba: Well, no. He said I can't get in that location.
Scar: And he's admittedly right! It'southward far too unsafe. But the bravest lions become there.
Young Simba: Well, I'm brave. What's out in that location?
Scar: No, I'g sorry, Simba, I only *can't* tell you.
Young Simba: Why non?
Scar: Simba, Simba, I'm simply looking out for the well-beingness of my favorite nephew.
Young Simba: Yep, right. I'm your only nephew.
Scar: All the more reason for me to exist protective. An elephant graveyard is no place for a young prince.
Young Simba: An elephant what? Whoa!
Scar: Oops! Oh, love, I've said likewise much! Well, I suppose y'all'd have found out sooner or afterward, you being so clever and all. Just promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place!
Young Simba: No problem!
Scar: There'south a proficient lad. You run along now and have fun. And remember... its our lilliputian secret.
Timon: Hyenas. I hate hyenas. So what'southward the plan for getting by those guys?
Adult Simba: Live bait.
Timon: Good thought.
[realizes what he ways]
Timon: HEY!
Developed Simba: Tell them the truth.
Scar: Truth? Only truth is in the eye of the behold...
Scar: [Simba chokes him, he whispers] All right. All right. I did it.
Adult Simba: So they tin hear yous.
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Zazu: What'south going on?
Mufasa: A pouncing lesson.
Zazu: Oh, very good. Pouncing. *Pouncing*? Oh, no, Sire, yous can't be serious...
[Mufasa signs for "turn around"]
Zazu: This is so humiliating.
Scar: Mufasa's death was a terrible tragedy; only to lose Simba, who had barely begun to live... For me it is a deep personal loss. So it is with a heavy center that I assume the throne. Yet, out of the ashes of this tragedy, we shall ascent to greet the dawning of a new era... in which lion and hyena come together, in a great and glorious future!
Mufasa: Simba, I'm very disappointed in you.
Young Simba: I know.
Mufasa: You could take been killed! You lot deliberately disobeyed me! And what'southward worse, yous put Nala in danger!
Immature Simba: I was simply trying to be dauntless like yous.
Mufasa: Simba, I'm only brave when I accept to exist. Beingness brave doesn't hateful you become looking for problem.
Young Simba: Just you're not scared of annihilation.
Mufasa: I was today.
Young Simba: You were?
Mufasa: Yes. I thought I might lose you.
Young Simba: Whoah. I guess even kings get scared, huh?
Mufasa: Mmm-hmm.
Young Simba: But you know what?
Mufasa: What?
Young Simba: I bet those hyenas were fifty-fifty scareder.
Mufasa: [laughs] That'south 'crusade nobody messes with your dad! Come up here, you!
Young Simba: [laughing] No, no!
[Mufasa and Simba take a little wrestling match]
Adult Simba: Well...
Timon: Yeah?
Adult Simba: Somebody one time told me that the great kings of the past are up there, watching over us.
Pumbaa: Really?
Timon: You mean a bunch of regal dead guys are watching usa?
Zazu: [leading Simba and Nala to the waterhole] Step lively. The sooner we go to the waterhole, the sooner we can leave.
Young Nala: [whispering to Simba] So where are we really going?
Young Simba: An elephant graveyard.
Young Nala: Wow!
Immature Simba: Shhhh! Zazu.
Young Nala: Correct. So how are we going to ditch the dodo?
[Simba starts whispering to her]
Zazu: Just await at yous two. Little seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah. Your parents volition be *thrilled*, what with your being betrothed and all.
Young Simba: Be-what?
Zazu: Betrothed. Intended. Affianced.
Young Nala: Pregnant...?
Zazu: One solar day, y'all ii are going to be married!
Immature Simba: Yuck!
Young Nala: Ewww.
Young Simba: I can't marry her. She'south my friend!
Immature Nala: Yeah. It'd be so weird!
Zazu: Well, sorry to bust the old bubble, but you two turtledoves accept no choice. It's a tradition going back generations.
Immature Simba: Well, when I'm king, that'll exist the first affair to go.
Zazu: Not and so long as I'm around.
Young Simba: Well, in that instance, you're fired.
Zazu: Hmmm... Nice try, just simply the king can do that.
Immature Nala: Well, he'south the future rex.
Young Simba: Yeah. So you have to do what I tell you.
Zazu: Not all the same I don't. And with an attitude like that, I'g afraid you're shaping up to be a pretty pathetic king indeed.
Pumbaa: Your Majesty. I gravel at your anxiety.
[starts kissing Simba'south anxiety]
Adult Simba: Finish that.
Timon: It's not gravel, information technology's grovel.
Banzai: Only we gotta stop the task.
Shenzi: Well, he's equally expert every bit dead out there anyway. And *if* he comes back, we'll kill him.
Banzai: [calling out to Simba] Yep! You hear that? If you ever come back, we'll kill ya!
Timon: So where yous from?
Young Simba: Who cares? I tin can't go back.
Timon: Ah, you're an outcast! That's keen. So are we.
Rafiki: What was *that*?
[laughs]
Rafiki: The weather condition - Pbbbah! Very peculiar. Don't you call up?
Adult Simba: Yeah. Looks like the winds are changing.
Rafiki: Ahhh. Change is good.
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.
Timon: [singing and dancing the hula] Luau! / If you're hungry for a hunk of fat or juicy meat / Consume my buddy Pumbaa here, / 'Cause he is a care for / Come on down and dine / On this tasty swine/ All you hafta do is go in line. / Ahhhh ya achin'...?
Pumbaa: Yup, yup, yup!
Timon: Forrrr some salary?
Pumbaa: Yup, yup, yup!
Timon: Heeee's a big pig!
Pumbaa: Yup, yup!
Timon: You tin be a big pig, likewise. Oy!
Adult Simba: Requite me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart.
Scar: Oh, Simba, you must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom...
Adult Simba: Are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.
Zazu: [caged while the battle rages around him] Permit me out! Let me out!
Timon: [fleeing the hyenas] Lemme in! Lemme in!
Nala: What's happened to y'all? You're non the Simba I recollect.
Adult Simba: You're correct, I'm not. At present are you satisfied?
Nala: No, but disappointed.
Adult Simba: You know y'all're starting to sound like my begetter.
Nala: Good. At least one of us does.
Timon: [Trying to push Pumbaa, whose stuck nether a log, while running away from a Lioness] Why do I always have to save your... Ahhh!
Timon: Geez! It's a lion! Run, Pumbaa! Motility information technology!
Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, it's just a *little* lion. Look at him. He's so beautiful and all alone! Can nosotros go on him?
Timon: Pumbaa, are you lot nuts? We're talking about a lion; lions eat guys like the states!
Pumbaa: Only he's so piddling.
Timon: He's gonna go bigger.
Pumbaa: Maybe he'll exist on our side.
Timon: A - huh! That's the stupidest matter I ever heard. Perhaps he'll b-... Hey, I got information technology! What if he's on our side? You lot know, having a lion effectually might not exist such a bad idea.
Young Simba: What am I gonna do?
Scar: Run. Run away, and never return.
[Simba leaves and hyenas come out of the mist]
Scar: Impale him.
Timon: This looks like a practiced spot to rustle upward some grub.
Young Simba: What's that?
Timon: A grub. What's information technology wait similar?
[Timon eats the grub]
Young Simba: Ewwwww, gross.
Timon: Tastes like chicken.
Young Simba: Everything the low-cal touches... What about that shadowy place?
Mufasa: That'due south across our borders. You must never go in that location, Simba.
Immature Simba: But I thought a king can do whatsoever he wants.
Mufasa: There's more than to being a king than getting your way all the time.
Young Simba: There's more than?
Mufasa: [laughing] Simba.
Mufasa: [to a higher place the stampeding wildebeest] 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: [as the Camera zooms out] Nooooooooo!
Adult Simba: [in a huff] She'due south incorrect. I can't get back. What would it prove, anyway? You lot tin can't change the by.
[calling to the sky]
Adult Simba: Yous said you'd always be at that place for me! Just y'all're not. It's because of me. It'southward my fault. Information technology'south my fault.
[singing]
Timon: And if he falls / In love this evening / It tin be assumed...
Pumbaa: His carefree days / With united states of america are history.
Timon,Pumbaa: In brusk, our pal / Is doomed!
[Timon and Pumbaa both start crying]
Young Simba: Hey, look, Assistant Beak is scared.
Zazu: It'due south Mr. Assistant Beak to you, Fuzzy! And right at present, we are all in very existent danger.
Young Simba: Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. Ha ha ha ha!
Banzai: Hey, Boss!
Scar: Oh, what is it this time?
Banzai: We've got a os to pick with you!
Shenzi: I'll handle this. Scar, there's no food, no water...
Banzai: Yeah, information technology's dinner fourth dimension, and we own't got no stinkin' entrees.
Scar: Information technology's the lionesses' task to do the hunting.
Banzai: Yeah, but they won't go hunt.
Scar: Oh... swallow Zazu.
Zazu: Oh, you wouldn't want me. I'd be then tough and gamey and... eeww...
Scar: Oh, Zazu, don't exist ridiculous. All yous need is a little garnish.
Shenzi: What's the hurry? Nosotros'd love you to stick around for dinner.
Banzai: Yes. We could have any'southward "lion" effectually.
Shenzi: Oh look, wait, expect. I got 1, I got one. Brand mine a "cub" sandwich. Whatcha think?
[all express mirth]
Shenzi: [Ed points]
Shenzi: What, Ed?
Banzai: Hey, did nosotros order this dinner to get?
Shenzi: No, why?
Banzai: 'Cause There IT GOES!
Shenzi: [Banzai's tum growls] Shut up.
Banzai: I can't help it. I'm and then hungry... I gotta take a wildebeest.
Shenzi: Stay *put*.
Banzai: Well... tin't I just pick off i of the picayune sick ones?
Shenzi: NO! Wait for the signal from Scar.
[Scar appears on the horizon]
Shenzi: In that location he is. Permit's go.
[Watching Simba and Nala]
Timon: I tell ya, Pumbaa, this stinks!
Pumbaa: Oh, distressing.
Timon: Not you lot, THEM! Him... Her... solitary.
Sarabi: Mufasa?
Adult Simba: No. It's me.
Sarabi: Simba? But how...?
Developed Simba: Information technology doesn't matter. I'm abode.
Scar: Simba? Simba! Well, it certain is a surprise to see you...
[turns to the hyenas]
Scar: ...*live*!
[last lines]
Mufasa's ghost: [as Simba gazes into the nighttime sky] Remember...
Banzai: Oh, Scar, it's just you.
Shenzi: We were afraid it was somebody important.
Banzai: Yeah, you know, like Mufasa.
Scar: I see.
Banzai: Now that's power.
Shenzi: Tell me almost it. I merely hear that name and I shudder.
Banzai: Mufasa!
Shenzi: Ooooh! Exercise it again!
Banzai: Mufasa!
Shenzi: Ooooh!
Banzai: Mufasa, Mufasa, Mufasa!
Shenzi: Ooooh!
[breaks into laughter]
Shenzi: And it tingles me!
Scar: I'm *surrounded* by idiots.
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
Zazu: I'g hither to announce that Male monarch Mufasa'due south on his way. Then y'all'd meliorate have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning.
Scar: [sees the mouse scampering off] Oh, now expect, Zazu, y'all fabricated me lose my lunch.
Zazu: Ha! You'll lose more than that when the King gets through with you lot. He'south as mad as a hippo with a hernia...
Scar: [approaches him menacingly] Oooh... I quiver with *fear*...
Young Nala: [sees an elephant skull] I wonder if its brains are still in there?
Shenzi: Practice you lot know what nosotros do to kings who footstep out of their kingdom?
Immature Simba: Puh. You can't practice anything to me.
Zazu: Uhh... technically, they can. We are on their country.
Young Simba: Simply Zazu, you told me they're nil but slobbering mangy stupid poachers.
Zazu: Ix-nay on the oopid-stay...
Banzai: Who're y'all callin' "oopid-stay?"
Zazu: Oh, my, my, my. Look at the sun. It's time to become!
Scar: [Scar and the Hyenas approach him, leading him to the border of a cliff] No, Simba, yous're in problem again. Simply this time, Daddy isn't here to save you. And now anybody knows *why*!
[Simba falls back, but hangs desperately onto the edge]
Nala: SIMBA!
[Lightning strikes the footing below, causing a fire to start upwardly]
Timon: [to Nala, after she accidentally surprises him] Don't e'er do that again! Carnivores, ugh!
Timon: I saved you.
[Pumbaa snorts]
Timon: Pumbaa helped... a little.
Timon: Lady, accept you got your lions crossed!
Pumbaa: What'd ya practise, kid?
Immature Simba: Something terrible. But I don't wanna talk about information technology.
Timon: Good. We don't wanna hear about information technology.
Shenzi: Hey. There he goes. There he goes.
Banzai: Then go become him.
Shenzi: There ain't no way I'thousand going in there. What, you lot want me to come out there looking like you? Cactus-Butt?
Timon: Expect, kid: bad things happen, and you lot can't practise anything almost it, right?
Young Simba: Correct.
Timon: *Wrong*! When the world turns its dorsum on you, you lot turn your *back* on the earth.
Scar: [singing] I know that your powers of retention / Are equally wet equally a warthog'due south behind / But thick equally you are, / Pay attention! / My words are a matter of pride / It'south clear from vacant expressions / The lights are not all on upstairs / Only we're talking kings and successions / Even *you* can't be caught unawares!
Scar: [singing] Of course, / Quid pro quo, / You're expected / To have certain duties on board / The time to come is littered with prizes / And though I'm the main addressee / The point that I must emphasize is...
[Leaps in front of a hyena]
Scar: Y'all WON'T Become A SNIFF WITHOUT ME!
[hyena falls into a volcano]
Timon: Repeat afterward me.
[clears throat]
Timon: Hakuna Matata.
Young Simba: What?
Pumbaa: [slower] Hakuna Matata. It means "no worries".
Pumbaa: [through a mouthful of chow and worms; to Simba] You'll acquire to love 'em!
Zazu: [about Scar] In that location'due south one in every family sire. Ii in mine really.
Mufasa: What am I going to do with him?
Zazu: He'd make a very handsome throw rug.
Mufasa: Zazu!
Zazu: And just think. Whenever he gets dirty you tin can take him out and trounce him!
Banzai: Yeah, be prepared! We'll be prepared... for what?
Scar: For the death of the king!
Banzai: Why? Is he ill?
Scar: No, fool, nosotros're going to kill him. And Simba, also.
Shenzi: Hey, great idea! Who needs a rex?
Banzai,Shenzi: [singing and dancing around Ed] No rex, no male monarch, la la la la la la...
Scar: Idiots! There will *be* a king!
Banzai: Hey, simply you said that...
Scar: *I* will exist king. Stick with me, and you'll never go hungry over again!
Banzai,Shenzi: Yeah, all right! Long live the king!
[other hyenas join in]
Banzai,Shenzi: Long live the king! Long live the male monarch!
Rafiki: [singing] Asante sana Squash banana, wewe nugu mimi hapana.
Adult Simba: Come on. Volition you cut it out?
Rafiki: Can't cut it out. It abound correct back!
Developed Simba: Creepy little monkey. Will you cease following me? Who are you?
Rafiki: The question is who are you lot?
Developed Simba: I thought I knew. Now I'm not so sure.
Rafiki: Well, I know who you are. Ssh, come here. Information technology's a cloak-and-dagger.
[starts singing in Simba'due south ear]
Rafiki: Asante sana Squash assistant, wewe nugu mimi hapana
Adult Simba: Plenty already! What is that supposed to mean anyway?
Rafiki: Information technology means you're a baboon and I'chiliad non.
Adult Simba: I think you're a trivial confused.
Rafiki: Wrong! I'm non the one who'southward dislocated. You don't even know who you are!
Adult Simba: Oh and I suppose you know?
Rafiki: Sure practise. You lot're Mufasa's male child!
[Simba looks at Rafiki]
Rafiki: Bye!
Adult Simba: [Rafiki runs off and Simba chases him] Hey wait!
Developed Simba: [Catching upwards] You knew my father?
Rafiki: Correction. I know you're father.
Adult Simba: I detest to tell you this but he died. A long time ago.
Rafiki: Nope! wrong once more! He's alive and I volition show him to you! You lot follow old Rafiki. He knows the way!
Timon: [singing] I can see what's happening.
Pumbaa: What?
Timon: [singing] And they don't have a inkling.
Pumbaa: Who?
Timon: [singing] They'll fall in love and here's the lesser line: / Our trio's down to two.
Pumbaa: Oh.
Timon: [singing]
[sarcastic, with French accent]
Timon: The sweet caress of twilight.
[normal phonation, but nonetheless sarcastic]
Timon: In that location'southward magic everywhere. / And with all this romantic atmosphere, / Disaster's in the aiiiiiiir!
Scar: Why! If it isn't my big blood brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.
Mufasa: Sarabi and I didn't meet you at the presentation of Simba.
Scar: That was today? Oh, I feel merely awful.
Mufasa: Simba, I'm very disappointed in y'all!
Immature Simba: I know.
Mufasa: Y'all could have been killed. Y'all deliberatly disobeyed me and what's worse, you put Nala in danger!
Young Simba: I was simply trying to be brave like y'all.
Mufasa: I'k merely dauntless when I *have* to be. Simba, being dauntless doesn't mean you become looking for problem.
Young Simba: Only you lot're not scared of annihilation.
Mufasa: I was today.
Young Simba: You were?
Mufasa: Yes. I thought I might lose you lot.
Immature Simba: Oh. I guess even kings get scared, huh?
Mufasa: Mm-hmm
Immature Simba: But y'all know what?
Mufasa: What?
Young Simba: I think those hyenas were even scarder
Mufasa: Cause nobody messes with your dad! Come up here you!
Young Simba: [Mufasa grabs Simba and gives him a noogie] Oh no, no! Aah!
Young Simba: [Simba squirms away and chases his begetter and tackles him] Come hither. Got ya!
[They roll in the grass laughing]
Immature Simba: Dad?
Mufasa: Hmm?
Young Simba: We're pals right?
Mufasa: Right.
Young Simba: And we'll always be together correct?
Mufasa: Simba, permit me tell yous something that *my* male parent told me. Look at the stars. The corking kings of the past await down on us from those stars.
Young Simba: Really?
Mufasa: Yes. And so whenever you feel alone just remember that those kings will always exist there to guide y'all. And and then will I.
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'southward laugh. He's sitting in a tree above them]
Rafiki: [Chuckles] You won't discover him here. The king... has returned.
Nala: I can't believe it. He's gone dorsum!
Timon: Gone back? What do yous mean?
[He looks to the tree. Rafiki has disappeared]
Timon: Hey! What'southward going on hither? Who's the monkey?
Nala: Simba'south gone dorsum to claiming Scar.
Timon: Who?
Nala: Scar.
Pumbaa: Who'due south got a scar?
Nala: No, no, no. It's his uncle.
Timon: The monkey's his uncle?
Nala: No! Simba's gone dorsum to challenge his uncle to take his identify as king.
Timon,Pumbaa: Ohh.
Banzai: The niggling majordomo bird, hippity-hop, all the way to the baboon banality.
Zazu: Oh no, not the birdie boiler!
[Zazu rockets abroad, with his tail feathers on fire while the hyenas laugh in triumph]
[slurping up a worm]
Pumbaa: Slimy nevertheless satisfying.
Timon: I'thousand telling y'all, kid: this is the great life. No rules, no responsibilities...
[he reaches into a pigsty in a log and various insects skitter out, with him belongings a blue bug; he points to the rest of the insects]
Timon: Ooh, the little foam-filled kind!
Timon: [seeing a ruby beetle] These are rare delicacies.
[takes information technology and eats information technology]
Timon: Piquant with a very pleasant crunch.
Shenzi: What's the hurry? We'd looove you to stick around for dinner.
Banzai: Yeaaaah! We could accept whatever's... "lion" around!. Get information technology? Panthera leo around!
Shenzi: Oh wait, expect, expect, I got one, I got one: make mine a "cub" sandwich; whatcha remember?
[all laugh]
Developed Simba: Look, Sometimes bad things happen...
Nala: Simba.
Adult Simba: And there's nothing you lot tin practise well-nigh it. So why worry?
Nala: Because it's your responsibleness.
Developed Simba: Well, what about yous? You left.
Nala: I left to find help, and I found *you lot*. Don't you empathize? You lot're our only hope.
Adult Simba: Pitiful.
Nala: [nearly Scar] Simba, he permit the hyenas take over the Pride Lands.
Adult Simba: What?
Nala: Everything's destroyed. In that location's no nutrient, no h2o. Simba, if you don't exercise something shortly, everyone volition starve.
Adult Simba: I can't get back.
Nala: Why?
Developed Simba: Y'all wouldn't understand.
Nala: What wouldn't I understand?
Adult Simba: No, no, no. Information technology doesn't matter. Hakuna Matata.
Nala: What?
Adult Simba: Hakuna Matata. Information technology's something I learned out here.
Adult Simba: Nala? Is information technology really y'all?
Nala: Who are you?
Developed Simba: It'southward me, Simba.
Nala: Simba?
[he nods. Nala was elated to see him]
Nala: Whoa!
[they bud their heads]
Nala: How did you lot...
Adult Simba: How did yous...
[Timon stood in that location surprised and speechless]
Adult Simba: Wow!
Nala: Where did y'all come from?
Adult Simba: This is gr... It's not bad to come across you!
Timon: Hey, what'southward goin' on here?
Adult Simba: What are you lot doing here?
Nala: What do you mean what am I doing here? What are you doing here?
Timon: Hey! What's goin' on hither?
Adult Simba: Isn't this a cracking place?
Nala: It is beautiful. But I don't sympathize something. You've been alive all this fourth dimension. Why didn't you come back to Pride Stone.
Adult Simba: Well, I just needed to leave on my own, live my own life. And I did, and information technology's great.
Nala: Wait till everyone finds out yous've been here all this time. And your mother, what volition she think?
Adult Simba: She doesn't accept to know. Nobody has to know.
Nala: Of course they do. Anybody thinks yous're dead.
Adult Simba: They do.
Nala: Yeah. Scar told us about the stampede.
Developed Simba: He did? What else did he tell you?
Nala: What else matters? You're live. And that ways, you're the male monarch.
Timon: King? Pbbfft. Lady, take y'all got your lions crossed!
Scar: Simba. What have you done?
Young Simba: In that location were wildebeests, and he tried to save me. It was an accident. I didn't mean for it to happen.
Scar: Of course. Of class you didn't. No one e'er ways for these things to happen. But the male monarch is expressionless. And if it weren't for you, he'd still be alive.
Timon: [to Pumbaa] It's not gravel, it's grovel. And don't. He's not the king
[to Simba]
Timon: Are ya?
Adult Simba: No.
Nala: Simba.
Adult Simba: No, I'm not the rex. Maybe I was gonna be but that was a long time ago.
Adult Simba: [about Mufasa] I hate to tell you this, just he died a long time ago.
Rafiki: Nope. Incorrect again. Ha ha ha. He'southward alive. And I'll evidence him to you. You follow old Rafiki, he knows the way. Come on.
Zazu: [On Mufasa'southward Back] Oh wait Sire. The herds are on the move.
Mufasa: Yep...
Scar: [Worried and Desperate] Quick Mufasa! Stampede, in the gorge. Simba'due south downward there!
Mufasa: Simba?
Zazu: As the king's brother *you* should accept been starting time in line.
Scar: Well, I was first in line, until the piffling hairball was born.
Mufasa: That "hairball" is my son and you lot're future king.
Scar: [Begins walking away] Oh, I shall do my curtsey.
Mufasa: Don't turn your dorsum on me, Scar.
Scar: Oh, no Mufasa. Mayhap *you lot* shouldn't turn your back on *me*.
Mufasa: [Roars angrily and runs in front of Scar's path] Is that a challenge?
Scar: Temper atmosphere. I wouldn't dream of challenging you.
Zazu: Pity. Why non?
Scar: Well every bit far as brains become I got the panthera leo's share but when it comes to animal strength. I'm afraid I'one thousand at the shallow end of the gene pool
Zazu: [to Mufasa; pointing at Simba, who is belongings on to the branch of a expressionless tree in the heart of the stampede] There! There! On the tree!
Mufasa: Hold on, Simba!
[a wildebeet's horn hits the tree which begins to intermission]
Immature Simba: [wails] AAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!
[Mufasa jumps off the cliff and dives to Simba'south rescue]
Zazu: [singing] If this is where the monarchy is headed/ count me out! Out of service, out of Africa/ I wouldn't hang well-nigh...
[the log that he is perched on goes over a water of psychedelic colors]
Zazu: Ahhh!
[Zazu manages to escape the free-fall equally he flies towards the camera]
Zazu: [singing crossly] This child is getting wildly OUT OF WIIIIIIIING!
Nala: We really needed y'all at dwelling.
Adult Simba: No 1 needs me.
Nala: Aye, nosotros practice. You're the rex.
Adult Simba: Nala, we've been through this. I'grand not the king. Scar is.
Scar: [to the hyenas as Simba was running away] Kill him.
Scar: [about the hyenas] They recollect I'k the Rex.
Nala: Just we don't. Simba's the rightful Rex.
Adult Simba: The choice is yours, Scar. Either pace down or a fight.
Young Simba: [Simba is clinging on to a dead tree branch for beloved life] Zazu, help me!
Zazu: Your father's on the way! Hold on!
Young Simba: [scared] Bustle!
Timon: When the Earth turns its back on you, you turn your dorsum on the World!
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