The Lion King (1994) - Quotes

Pumbaa: [singing; etc.....] ♪ Ohi'mbube / Ohi'mbube ♪

Timon: [singing; Pumbaa turns to follow a bug; he fades out; speaking; singing; Realizing Pumbaa is not there] ♪ In the jungle / The mighty jungle / The lion sleeps tonight / In the jungle / The mighty jungle ♪ ♪ The lion sleeps... ♪ I can't hear you, buddy, back me up! ♪ A-WEEEE-ee-EE-ee ba-Pum-ba-bum-ba-way ♪ Pumbaa? Pumbaa?

Pumbaa: [follows the bug. He still hums the bass and stalks the bug up to a log, theatrically hiding behind a tree. When he tries to jump over the log he gets stuck momentarily and looks back; spooked; looks around, then shrugs, He jumps over the log. As he views the bug at close range, the camera (at his viewpoint) switches focus from it to a pair of green eyes out in the grass. The camera closes up on Nala getting ready to jump; he runs, with Nala in hot pursuit. Nala, with teeth and claws bared, chases Pumbaa around at high speed] Timon? AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!

Timon: [hears the noise of the chase] Pumbaa?

Timon: Pumbaa! Pumbaa! Hey, what's goin on?

Pumbaa: [screaming at Timon] SHE'S GONNA EAT ME!

Timon: [gets up on the branch and sees Nala charging at full speed towards them; gets down and tries to help push Pumbaa out from under the root; sees Nala was about to close on Pumbaa and he is in the line of attack. At the last minute, Simba bounds over Pumbaa and catches Nala head on at full force. They start fighting savagely; to Pumbaa; to Simba; to Pumbaa again] Huh? Woah! Jeez! Why do I always have to save your-- AAHHHH!!!! Don't worry, buddy. I'm here for ya. Everything's gonna be okay. Get her! Bite her head! Go for the jugular. The jugular! See, I told you he'd come in handy.

Adult Simba: [very surprised and no longer threatening; Nala immediately backs off and looks at Simba, examining him] Nala? Is it really you?

Adult Nala: Who are you?

Adult Simba: It's me. Simba.

Adult Nala: [pause for realization] Simba?

Adult Simba and Nala: [run together and greet each other. The greetings are enthused and run over each other] Whoah!

Adult Nala: [etc] Well how did you.. where did you come from... it's great to see YOU...

Adult Simba: Aaah! How did you... who... wow... this is cool... it's great to see you...

Timon: [completely baffled by this sudden change] Hey, what's going on here?

Adult Simba: [to Nala] What are you doing here?

Adult Nala: What do you mean, "What am I doing here?" What are you doing here?

Timon: [yelling at Simba and Nala] HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!?!?!

Adult Simba: Timon, this is Nala. She's my best friend?

Timon: Friend"?!

Adult Simba: [to Pumbaa] Yeah. Hey, Pumbaa! Come over here!

Pumbaa: [breaks free from the root of a tree] Huh?

Adult Simba: Nala, this is Pumbaa. Pumbaa, Nala.

Pumbaa: [politely] Pleased to make you acquaintance.

Adult Nala: The pleasure's all mine.

Timon: [realizes] How do you do? Whoa! Whoa! Time out! Let me get this straight: You know her, she knows you, but she wants to eat him, and everybody's okay with this? DID I MISS SOMETHING?!

Adult Simba: Relax, Timon.

Adult Nala: Wait till everybody finds out you've been here all this time! And your mother... what will she think?

Adult Simba: [misunderstanding] She doesn't have to know. Nobody has to know.

Adult Nala: Well, of course they do. Everyone thinks you're dead.

Adult Simba: They do?

Adult Nala: Yeah. Scar told us about the stampede.

Adult Simba: [beginning to see something] He did? Well... ...what else did he tell you?

Adult Nala: What else matters? You're alive. and that means... you're the king.

Timon: King? Pbbb. Lady, have you got your lions crossed.

Pumbaa: [noisily kisses Simba's paw] King? Your Majesty, I gravel at your feet.

Adult Simba: Stop it.

Timon: [to Pumbaa; to Simba] It's not "gravel." It's "grovel." And DON'T- he's not the king. Are ya?

Adult Simba: No.

Adult Nala: Simba?

Adult Simba: No, I'm not the king. Maybe I was gonna be, but... that was a long time ago.

Timon: Let me get this straight. You're the king? And you never told us?

Adult Simba: Look, I'm still the same guy.

Timon: [enthusiastic] But with power!

Adult Nala: [apologetic] Could you guys excuse us for a few minutes?

Timon: [taps Pumbaa] Hey, whatever she has to say, she can say in front of us. Right, Simba?

Adult Simba: Hmm. Maybe you'd better go.

Timon: [aghast, then resigned] It starts. You think you know a guy...

Adult Simba: [Nala has her head bowed down sadly] Timon and Pumbaa. You learn to love em. What is it?

Adult Nala: [quietly; pained expression] It's like you're back from the dead. You don't know how much this will mean to everyone... ...What it means to me.

Adult Simba: Hey, it's okay.

Adult Nala: [Rubbing under Simba's chin, purring] I've really missed you.

Adult Simba: [startled by Nala's boldness for an instant, then reciprocating] I've missed you too.

Timon: [watching Simba and Nala walk away together, of which he disapproves] I tell you, Pumbaa, this stinks.

Pumbaa: Oh. Sorry.

Timon: Not you. Them! Him, her. Alone.

Pumbaa: What's wrong with that?

Timon: Whoa! Nice one, Simba.

Adult Simba: Thanks. Man, I'm stuffed.

Pumbaa: [rubs his stomach] Me too. I ate like a pig.

Adult Simba: Pumbaa, you are a pig.

Pumbaa: Oh. Right.

Pumbaa: Timon?

Timon: Yeah?

Pumbaa: Ever wonder what those sparkling dots are up there?

Timon: Pumbaa, I don't wonder. I know.

Pumbaa: Oh? What are they?

Timon: [gestures vaguely] They're fireflies. Fireflies that got stuck up in that big bluish-black thing.

Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.

Timon: Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas.

Pumbaa: Simba, what do you think?

Adult Simba: Well, I don't know.

Pumbaa: Oh, come on.

Timon: Well, come on, Simba.

Pumbaa: Give, give, give, give.

Timon: Come on.

Pumbaa: We told you ours. Please?

Timon: Give, give.

Adult Simba: Well, somebody once told me that the Great Kings of the Past are up there, watching over us.

Pumbaa: Really?

Timon: You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? Pfft! *laughs*

Timon: Who told you something like that?

Adult Simba: Yeah, yeah...

Timon: What mook made that up?

Adult Simba: Yeah. Pretty dumb, huh?

Timon: Oh, you're killing me, Simba.

Adult Simba: [stares up at the stars, downcast] Yeah...

Timon: [After a moment, Simba gets up and leaves. Timon looks at Pumbaa in confusion] Oh. Was it something I said?

Rafiki: [catches some in his hand and sniffs it experimentally; climbs down into the branches of his tree. He sits and puts the milkweed floss into an empty turtle shell. He shakes the shell and hums. He grabs a gourd that is hanging in his tree, breaks it in two, and munches on one half; ducks down toward the milkweed floss; looks at the smeared painting of Simba; bounds across the tree and laughs. He grabs his staff. He races towards the painting and dips his fingers in red paint and laughs. He draws a mane on the painting of Simba] : Hmm. Hmm. Simba? He's alive? He's alive! It is time.

Zazu: [singing; [w:Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen|♪ Nobody knows the trouble I've seen / Nobody knows my sorrow ♪] ]

Scar: [throws the bone out] Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. Sing something with a little bounce in it.

Zazu: [singing; [w:It's a Small World|♪ It's a small world after all... ♪] ]

Scar: [yelling at Zazu] NO! No. Anything but that!

Zazu: [singing; [w:I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts| ♪ I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts / Dee-dee-dee-dee / There they are all standin' in a row... ♪] ]

Scar and Zazu: [singing; [w:I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts| "♪ Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head--"♪] ]

Zazu: Oh... I would never have had to do this for Mufasa.

Scar: [quick and angrily-ish] WHAT?! What did you say?

Zazu: Oh, nothing.

Scar: You know the law. Never, ever mention THAT name in my presence. I AM THE *KING!*

Zazu: [laugh nervously] Yes, Sire, you are the king. I only mentioned it to illustrate the differences in your royal managerial approaches.

Banzai: [from offscreen] Hey, Boss!

Scar: Oh, what is it this time?

Banzai: We got a bone to pick with you.

Shenzi: I'll handle this. Scar, there's no food, no water.

Banzai: Yeah. It's dinnertime, and we ain't got no stinkin entrees!

Scar: It's the lionesses job to do the hunting.

Banzai: Yeah, but they won't go hunt.

Scar: Ohh... eat Zazu.

Zazu: Oh, you wouldn't want me. I'd be so tough and gamey and eww!

Scar: Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All you need is a little garnish.

Banzai: [to Shenzi] I thought things were bad under Mufasa.

Scar: [quick and angrily-ish again] What did you say?!

Banzai: [Shenzi nudges him; nervously] I said Muf-- I said, uh, que pasa?

Scar: Good. Now get out.

Banzai: Yeah, but we're still hungry.

Scar: [from off-screen; Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed flee; Ed lets loose a crazy evil laugh] OUT!

Timon and Pumbaa: HYAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

Timon: [shooing the vultures] Get out! Get out! Get out of here!

Pumbaa: I love it!

Timon: Whoo!

Pumbaa: Bowling for buzzards!

Timon: Hee-hee-hee! Gets em every time.

Pumbaa: [spots Simba] Uh-oh. Hey, Timon, you better come look. I think he's still alive.

Timon: [sniffs around Simba, and lifts his paw] Yeesh. All righty, what have we got here? Jeez, it's a lion! Run, Pumbaa, move it!

Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, it's just a little lion. Look at him. He's so cute and all alone. Can we keep him?

Timon: Pumbaa, are you nuts? You're talking about a lion. Lions eat guys like us.

Pumbaa: But he's so little.

Timon: He's gonna get bigger.

Pumbaa: Maybe he'll be on our side.

Timon: [gets an idea] That's the stupidest thing I ever heard. Maybe he'll be-- Hey, I got it. What if he's on our side? You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea.

Pumbaa: So, we're keeping him?

Timon: Of course. Who's the brains of this outfit?

Pumbaa: [picks Simba up with his tusk] Uh--

Timon: [he and Pumbaa walk off, carrying Simba; Pumbaa waddles off, with Timon in his mane and Simba in his tusks. The scene transitions to the edge of the desert. Simba lies beside a jungle pool, with Timon and Pumbaa nearby. Timon splashes water into Simba's face, and Simba wakes up groggily] My point exactly. Jeez, I am fried. Let's get out of here, and find some shade. You okay, kid?

Young Simba: I guess so.

Pumbaa: You nearly died.

Timon: [gestures to himself] : I saved you.

Timon: [Pumbaa beams] Well, Pumbaa helped a little.

Young Simba: [stands up and walks back toward the desert] : Thanks for your help.

Timon: Hey, where you going?

Young Simba: Nowhere.

Timon: [watches Simba walk away] : Gee, he looks blue.

Pumbaa: I'd say brownish-gold.

Timon: No, no, no. I mean he's depressed.

Pumbaa: Oh.

Pumbaa: Kid, what's eating you?

Timon: [Simba halts and sits down; laughs and elbows Simba, who is unresponsive; Pumbaa looks on sadly] Nothing. He's at the top of the food chain. The food chain. Heh, heh. Ahem. So, where you from?

Young Simba: [stands up and walks away] : Who cares? I can't go back.

Timon: [bounds in front of Simba] : Ah, you're an outcast. That's great. So are we.

Pumbaa: [sidles up next to Timon] : What'd you do, kid?

Young Simba: [sits up] : Something terrible. But I don't want to talk about it.

Timon: [crosses his arms] : Good. We don't want to hear about it.

Pumbaa: [in an aside to Timon; to Simba] Come on, Timon. Anything we can do?

Young Simba: Not unless you can change the past.

Pumbaa: [nudges Timon] You know, kid, in times like this, my buddy Timon here says, "You gotta put your behind in your past.

Timon: [waves his arms] : No, no, no.

Pumbaa: [puts a hoof to his chin in confusion] Uh... I mean...

Timon: [Pumbaa slumps sadly] Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. It's "You gotta put your past behind ya." Look, kid, bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it, right?

Young Simba: Right.

Timon: [pokes Simba in the nose; gestures dramatically.] : Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world!

Young Simba: Well, that's not what I was taught.

Timon: Then maybe you need a new lesson. Repeat after me. Ahem. "Hakuna Matata.

Young Simba: What?

Pumbaa: [emphatically; No fade in except in marimba chords, Intro on [[w:Hakuna Matata|Hakuna Matata] Hakuna Matata." It means "no worries." ]"]

Timon: [singing] Hakuna Matata. What a wonderful phrase.

Pumbaa: [singing] Hakuna Matata. Ain't no passing craze!

Timon: [singing] It means no worries. For the rest of your days

Both: [singing] It's our problem-free... Philosophy

Timon: [Filing down one of Simba's claws; singing] Hakuna Matata!

Young Simba: Hakuna Matata?

Pumbaa: Yeah. It's our motto.

Young Simba: What's a motto?

Timon: [pops up at Simba's side; laughs] : Nothing. What's-a-motto with you?

Pumbaa: [laughs] You know, kid, these two words will solve all your problems!

Timon: [gestures at Pumbaa] : That's right. Take Pumbaa for example. Why. When I was a young meerkat...

Pumbaa: When I was a young WARTHOG...

Timon: [cleans out one ear] : Very nice.

Pumbaa: Thanks.

Timon: [voiceover; Pumbaa struts between trees. Behind him, monkeys fall to the ground, holding their noses] ♪ He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal. He could clear the savanna after every meal. ♪

Pumbaa: [voiceover; breaks wind. Behind him, the grass wilts and buzzing flies drop to the ground; The animals around the water hole sniff the air and flee; the flashback ends] ♪ I'm a sensitive soul, though I seem thick-skinned. And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind. And oh, the shame!

Timon: He was ashamed!

Pumbaa: Thought of changing my name!

Timon: Oh, what's in a name?

Pumbaa: ♪ And I got downhearted... ♪

Timon: How did you feel?

Pumbaa: [Timon hastily covers Pumbaa's mouth] ...Every time that I--

Timon: No, Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids.

Pumbaa: [grins sheepishly; Simba tilts his head in confusion] Oh, sorry.

Pumbaa and Timon: [singing] Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase! Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze!

Young Simba: [After becoming more and more enthusiastic, he finally joins in singing, a spotlight falling on him.; singing] It means no worries. For the rest of your days.

Timon: [Not singing, doing a vaudeville knee-slide up to Simba] Yeah, sing it, kid!

Young Simba and Timon: [singing] It's our problem-free.........

Pumbaa: [Landing next to them, with a flatulent sound; singing] ..................... philosophy...

Young Simba, Timon and Pumbaa: [singing] Hakuna Matata!

Timon: [pulls on a vine, lifting Pumbaa into the air on a swing] Welcome to our humble home.

Young Simba: [from off-screen] You live here?

Timon: [from offscreen] We live wherever we want.

Pumbaa: [leans in front of Simba, blocks his view.] Yep! Home is where your rump rests. Heh.

Young Simba: [The scene transitions to Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa striding side-by-side through the jungle] It's beautiful!

Pumbaa: [belches] I'm starved!

Young Simba: I'm so hungry, I could eat a whole zebra.

Timon: [stops in his tracks; disturbed] Ah. We're fresh out of zebra.

Young Simba: Any antelope?

Timon: [shakes his head] Nuh-uh.

Young Simba: [with concern] Hippo?

Timon: [shakes his head; approaches Simba and gestures to himself; strides away and approaches a moss-covered log; points at the log] Nope. Listen, kid, if you live with us, you have to eat like us. Hey, this looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub.

Young Simba: Ewww, what's that?

Timon: [holds up a wriggling worm] A grub. What's it look like?

Young Simba: [with a disgusted look] Ewww. Gross!

Timon: [licks his fingers; the grub is gone] Mmm. Tastes like chicken.

Pumbaa: [slurps a worm out of the ground] Slimy yet satisfying.

Timon: [grabs a beetle off a dirt mound; Timon takes a bite out of the beetle.; eats the rest of the beetle] These are rare delicacies. Mmm. Piquant, with a very pleasant crunch.

Pumbaa: [with his mouth full of grubs] You'll learn to love em!

Timon: [strides alongside the log, holding a leaf full of grubs. He grabs a beetle and adds it to the pile; Timon sticks his hand in a hole in the log. Grubs pour out of the opening; hefts a beetle; eats the beetle and approaches Simba; lifts the leaf into Simba's face] I'm telling you, kid, this is the great life. No rules. No responsibilities. Ooh! The little cream-filled kind. And best of all, no worries. Well, kid?

Young Simba: [hesitantly selects a worm; Simba swallows the worm with some difficulty. He smacks his jaws in disgust and his expression changes to joy] Oh, well. Hakuna Matata. Slimy yet satisfying.

Timon: That's it.

Pumbaa and Timon: [Chanting to music} Hakuna matata, hakuna matata, hakuna matata.

Adult Simba: [Adult voice now.] It means no worries. For the rest of your days.

Adult Simba, Timon and Pumbaa: It's our problem-free. Philosophy!

Adult Simba: Hakuna Matata!

Shenzi: [sees Simba getting away] Hey, 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 lookin’ like you, cactus butt?

Banzai: [spits a quill at Ed's nose] But we got to finish the job.

Shenzi: Well, he's as good as dead out there anyway. And if he comes back, we'll kill him.

Banzai: [yells to Simba; the Hyena Trio laughs evilly and return to the Pride Lands] YEAH!! YA HEAR THAT?! IF YOU EVER COME BACK, WE'LL KILL YA!!

Scar: [puts a paw to his forehead in feigned sorrow. The lionesses bow their heads mournfully; Zazu rests a comforting wing on Sarabi's paw; Nala sheds a tear and nuzzles into her mother's leg; Behind Scar, the shadows of hyenas stretch tall on Pride Rock. The lionesses gasp and look up. Scar bounds toward Pride Rock. Hyenas slink in among the lionesses; Zazu gasps and looks up; begins to ascend Pride Rock] Mufasa's death is a terrible tragedy. But to lose Simba, who had barely begun to live for me, it is a deep, personal loss. So it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne. Yet out of the ashes of this tragedy, we shall rise to greet the dawning of a new era, in which lion and hyena come together in a great and glorious future!

Zazu: [sees dust from the gorge] Oh, look, sire. The herd is on the move.

Mufasa: Odd.

Scar: [enters; worried and desperate] Mufasa! Quick! Stampede in the gorge! Simba's down there!

Mufasa: [realizes] Simba?

Young Simba: Zazu, help me!

Zazu: Your father is on the way! Hold on!

Young Simba: [slips and barely manages to hold on to the tree] HURRY!

Zazu: [Mufasa and Scar clamber down to a ledge above the stampede. Both search the gorge below with fearful expressions. He flies up and points at Simba] There! There! On that tree!

Mufasa: [A wildebeest runs into Simba's tree, breaking it. Simba nearly falls and yells. Mufasa jumps into the stampede, while Simba continues to cling to his tree] Hold on, Simba!

Zazu: [Scar backhands him; hits the wall of the gorge and falls unconscious] Oh, Scar, this is awful! What'll we do? What'll we do?! Ha! I'll go back for help. That's what I'll do. I'll go back for he– Oof!

Young Simba: Dad!

Mufasa: [clings to the edge of the gorge. Scar glares down at him from the top of the gorge. He slips and barely manages to hold on; last words; Mufasa's paws scrabble for purchase, kicking bits of rock into the stampede below] Scar! Brother, help me!

Scar: [glares a moment longer, then rears forward, digging his claws into Mufasa's paws, making him to roar in pain. Scar grins evilly; throws Mufasa off the cliff. Mufasa screams] Long live the king.

Young Simba: [in horror; prolonged; climbs down to the bottom of the gorge as the last of the wildebeests disappear into the dust. He coughs; searches the gorge. The sound of shifting rock catches his attention; A wildebeest emerges through the dust and runs by a broken tree, under which Mufasa's body lies. He stares in trepidation. He bounds forward and skirts around Mufasa's body, looking upon him with distress and sorrow. He approaches uncertainly.; nudges against Mufasa's muzzle, trying to get him to stand up; jumps on Mufasa's mane, shaking him; races around to Mufasa's other side and tugs on his ear. He lets it go, and Mufasa's head flops back into place. He backs away, looking around helplessly and races off; pauses and looks around; looks around; sniffles and begins to mourn; looks back at Mufasa's body and shuffles back to it. He worms under Mufasa's paw and lies down, still mourning] NOOOOO!! Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad, come on. You gotta get up. Dad? We gotta go home. Help! Somebody! Anybody? Help.

Scar: [emerges from the dust] Simba. What have you done?

Young Simba: [looks at Scar in shock; sadly] There were wildebeests, and he tried to save me. It was an accident. I didn't mean for it to happen.

Scar: [pulls Simba away to hug him; feigning concern; gasps] Of course. Of course you didn't. No one ever means for these things to happen, but the king is dead. And if it weren't for you, he'd still be alive. Oh, what would your mother think?

Young Simba: What am I gonna do?

Scar: [Simba looks at dead Mufasa, then back at Scar in fear; Simba starts running away from his dead father in fear. Shenzi, Banzai and Ed enter.] Run away, Simba. Run. Run away, and never return. Kill him.

Scar: Now, you wait here. Your father has a marvelous surprise for you.

Young Simba: [follows Scar through the gorge] Ooh, what is it?

Scar: [grins] If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?

Young Simba: [clambers onto a rock beneath a tree; sits up] If you tell me, I'll still act surprised!

Scar: Ho, ho, ho! You are such a naughty boy!

Young Simba: [jumps up on Scar's mane] Come on, Uncle Scar.

Scar: [Simba sits back down; waves vaguely with one paw. Simba sulks.; turns to leave. Simba bounds after him] 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: [juts his head at Simba, halting him in his tracks; composes himself; chuckles; guides Simba back onto the rock; Simba sits with a mutinous expression on his face] No! 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: [with lips pursed] Simba, everybody knows about that.

Young Simba: [ducks his head in embarrassment] Really?

Scar: [wraps a paw around Simba's shoulders and draws him close] Oh, yes. Lucky Daddy was there to save you, eh? Ooh, and just between us, you might want to work on that little roar of yours. Hmm?

Young Simba: [Scar turns to leave; Scar pauses in his tracks] Oh. Okay. Hey, Uncle Scar! Will I like the surprise?

Scar: [grins slyly; Simba sits back down on the rock. He walks off] Simba, it's to die for.

Shenzi: [Banzai's stomach growls] Shut up.

Banzai: [jumps up; [w:Wildebeest|wildebeest] I can't help it. I'm so hungry. I got to have a ]!

Shenzi: Stay put.

Banzai: Can't I just pick off one of the little sick ones?

Shenzi: [Scar enters from the hilltop] No! We wait for the signal from Scar. There he is. Let's go.

Scar: [singing] I know that your powers of retention. Are as wet as a warthog's backside. But thick as you are, pay attention! My words are a matter of pride. It's clear from your vacant expressions. The lights are not all on upstairs.

Scar: [singing] But we're talking kings and successions, even you can't be caught unawares!

Scar: [singing] So prepare for a chance of a lifetime. Be prepared for sensational news. A shining new era. Is tiptoeing nearer.

Shenzi: [spoken] And where do we feature?

Scar: [Grabbing Shenzi's cheek; speaking] Just listen to teacher.

Scar: [singing] I know it sounds sordid. But you'll be rewarded. When at last I am given my dues. And injustice deliciously squared! Be prepared!

Banzai: [spoken] Yeah, Be prepared. Yeah-heh... we'll be prepared, heh. ...For what?

Scar: [spoken] For the death of the king.

Banzai: [spoken] Why? Is he sick?

Scar: [spoken] No, fool - we're gonna kill him. And Simba too.

Shenzi: [spoken; and then Banzai; Sing-song voices, dancing around Banzai] Great idea! Who needs a king? : No king! No king! la-la-la-la-laa-laa!

Scar: [spoken] Idiots! There will be a king!

Banzai: [spoken] Hey, but you said, uh...

Scar: [spoken; triumphant, toothy grin] I will be king! ...Stick with me , and you'll never go hungry again!

Shenzi and Banzai: [spoken] Yeah! All right! Long live the king!

All Hyenas: [spoken] Long live the king! Long live the king!

Hyenas: [In tight, crisp phrasing and diction; singing] It's great that we'll soon be connected. With a king who'll be all-time adored.

Scar: [singing] Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected. To take certain duties on board

Scar: [singing] The future is littered with prizes. And though I'm the main addressee. The point that I must emphasize is you won't get a sniff without me!

Scar (and Hyenas): [singing; rear ends punctuating] So prepare for the coup of the century. (Oooh!) Be prepared for the murkiest scam! (Oooh... La! La! La!) Meticulous planning. (We'll have food!) Tenacity spanning. (Lots of food) Decades of denial. (We repeat) Is simply why I'll (Endless meat) Be king undisputed. (Aaaaaaah...) Respected, saluted. (...aaaaaaah...) And seen for the wonder I am! (...aaaaaaah!) Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared. (Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo) Be prepared!

All (Even Ed): [singing] Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared - Be prepaaaaaaaaaared!

Banzai: [Ed grins at him, whose rear is covered in claw marks. Ed laughs; Ed laughs hysterically; Ed continues laughing hysterically. Banzai angrily snarls then repeatedly pounces on Ed] Man, that lousy Mufasa. I won't be able to sit for a week. It's not funny, Ed. Hey, shut up!

Shenzi: Will you knock it off?!

Banzai: [points to Ed, who is munching on his own leg repeatedly] Well, he started it!

Shenzi: [descends from the ledge] Look at you guys! No wonder we're dangling at the bottom of the food chain.

Banzai: [with drool hanging from his muzzle] Man, I hate dangling.

Shenzi: Yeah. You know if it weren't for those lions, we'd be running the joint!

Banzai: Man, I HATE lions!

Shenzi: They're so pushy!

Banzai: And hairy!

Shenzi: And stinky!

Banzai: And man are they UGLY!

Scar: Oh! Surely we lions are not all THAT bad.

Banzai: Oh, Scar! It's just you!

Shenzi: We were afraid it was someone important.

Banzai: Yeah, you know, like Mufasa.

Shenzi: Yeah.

Scar: [as drily as possible] I see.

Banzai: Now that's power.

Shenzi: Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder.

Banzai: MUFASA!

Shenzi: Oooh... Do it again!

Banzai: MUFASA!

Shenzi: Ooh!

Banzai: [Ed cracks up laughing] MUFASA MUFASA MUFASA!

Shenzi: Ooh, it just tingles me!

Scar: [massages his forehead softly] I'm surrounded by idiots.

Banzai: [gestures to Ed and Shenzi, who are scratching themselves] Now, you, Scar, I mean, you're one of us. I mean, you're our pal.

Scar: [monotonously] Charmed.

Shenzi: Oh, I like that. He's not king, but he's still so proper.

Banzai: [juts his head at Scar; Scar glowers at him] Yeah. Hey, hey, did you bring us anything to eat, Scar, old buddy, old pal? Huh? Did ya, did ya, did ya?

Scar: [pulls out a zebra haunch. Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed jump onto their hind legs, tongues lolling; He drops the haunch; Intro fade-in on [[w:Be Prepared (song)|Be Prepared] I don't think you really deserve this. I practically gift-wrapped those cubs for you, and you couldn't even dispose of them. ]"]

Shenzi: [with her mouth full] Well, you know, it wasn't exactly like they was alone, Scar.

Banzai: [with his mouth full; gulps] Yeah. What were we supposed to do? Kill Mufasa?

Scar: [grins wickedly] Precisely.

Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed: Huh?

Mufasa: Zazu!

Zazu: [flies to land in front of Mufasa] Yes, sire?

Mufasa: [turns sternly to Simba; Simba downs his head to the grass in shame, Zazu flies to him and Nala] Take Nala home. I've got to teach my son a lesson.

Zazu: [to Simba; he sighs; He and Nala leave] Come, Nala. Simba, good luck.

Mufasa: [reverberates in the night air; Simba slowly turns and walks towards his father. The camera follows him forward. Simba steps into a depression. Looking down he sees that his forepaw fits inside just the pawprint of his father's paw, then he looks up and, quite courageously, continues to come forward. Mufasa thinks silently for a few moments, not looked at his son. Then, finally, he turns to him] SIMBA?! Simba, I'm very disappointed in you.

Young Simba: I know.

Mufasa: [worryingly] You could've been killed. You deliberately disobeyed me, and what's worse, you put Nala in danger!

Young Simba: [bordering on crying, voice cracks] I was just trying to be brave like you.

Mufasa: I'm only brave when I have to be. Simba, being brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble.

Young Simba: But you're not scared of anything.

Mufasa: I was today.

Young Simba: [in disbelief] You were?

Mufasa: [bends down close to Simba] Yes. I thought I might lose you.

Young Simba: I guess even kings get scared, huh?

Mufasa: Mm-hmm.

Young Simba: [Whispering conspiratorially] And you know what?

Mufasa: [whispering] What?

Young Simba: I think those hyenas were even scared-er.

Mufasa: [chuckles; bends down. He picks Simba up and starts giving him a noogie] Cause nobody messes with your dad. Come here, you.

Young Simba: [Simba and Mufasa tussle playfully for a brief while; Mufasa laughs as runs away from Simba; They end up with Mufasa laid down and Simba on his head] No, no! Ah! Ugh! Aah! Come here! Ha-ha-ha! Gotcha!

Young Simba: Dad?

Mufasa: Hmm?

Young Simba: We're pals, right?

Mufasa: [gentle laugh] Right.

Young Simba: And we'll always be together, right?

Mufasa: [sitting up, Simba now on his shoulder] Simba, let me tell you something that my father told me. Look at the stars. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars.

Young Simba: [in awe] Really?

Mufasa: Yes. So, whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you. And so will I.

Zazu: [muffled] I beg your pardon, madam, but GET OFF!! Simba? Nala?!

Young Simba: All right, it worked!

Young Nala: We lost em.

Young Simba: [arrogantly] I am a genius.

Young Nala: Hey, Genius, it was my idea.

Young Simba: Yeah, but I pulled it off.

Young Nala: With me!

Young Simba: [as he jumps at Nala; they tussle quickly. Nala ends on top and pins Simba with her forepaws, producing a resounding thump] Oh yeah? Rrarr!

Young Nala: Ha. Pinned ya.

Young Simba: [annoyed] Hey, let me up.

Young Nala: Pinned ya again.

Young Simba: This is it. We made it.

Young Simba and Nala: Whoa!

Young Nala: It's really creepy.

Young Simba: Yeah... Isn't it great?

Young Nala: [relishing her naughtiness] We could get in big trouble.

Young Simba: [enjoying it also] I know, huh.

Young Nala: I wonder if its brains are still in there.

Young Simba: There's only one way to know. C'mon. Let's go check it out.

Zazu: [darts in front of him and blocks his path] WRONG! The only "checking out" you will do will be to check out of here.

Young Simba: Oh, man!

Zazu: We're way beyond the boundary of the Pride Lands.

Young Simba: Look, Banana Beak is scared.

Zazu: It's Mr. Banana Beak to you, fuzzy, and right now, we are all in very real danger.

Young Simba: [lets out a hearty laugh, but soon it is followed by some boisterous evil laughter coming from inside the skull. He runs next to Nala just as three hyenas, Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed, three of the worst hyenas in the Pride Lands, come out and slowly advance on the cubs] Danger? Hah. I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger.

Shenzi: Well, well, well, Banzai, what have we got here?

Banzai: [Ed laughs wildly] I don't know, Shenzi. Uh, what do you think, Ed? Yeah, just what I was thinking: A trio of trespassers!

Zazu: And quite by accident, let me assure you. A simple navigational error.

Shenzi: [catches Zazu by his tail feathers] Whoa. Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait. I know you. You're Mufasa's little stooge.

Zazu: I, madam, am the king's majordomo.

Banzai: And that would make you...?

Young Simba: The future king.

Shenzi: Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom?

Young Simba: [scoffs] You can't do anything to me.

Zazu: [nervously] Uh, technically, they can. We are on their land.

Young Simba: But Zazu, you told me they’re nothin but slobbering, mangy, stupid poachers.

Zazu: [under his breath; to Simba] Ix-nay on the upid-stay.

Banzai: [hearing Zazu; angrily] Who you calling "upid-stay"?!

Zazu: My, my, my. Oh, look at the sun! It's time to go!

Shenzi: What's the hurry? We'd love you to stick around for dinner.

Banzai: [laughs; while Shenzi speaks] Yeah, we could have whatever's..."lion" around! Get it?! "Lion" around?!

Shenzi: [Ed suddenly starts making strange noises and pointing offscreen] Wait, wait, wait, I got one, I got one! Make mine a "cub" sandwich! What'd ya think? What, Ed? What is it?

Banzai: [looks to his right and sees what Ed's trying to say] Hey. Did we order this dinner to go?

Shenzi: No. Why?

Banzai: Cause THERE IT GOES!

Young Nala: Did we lose em?

Young Simba: I think so. Where's Zazu?

Banzai: The little majordomo bird hippity-hopped all the way to the birdie-boiler.

Zazu: [shoots up like a rocket as he screams: the Hyena Trio guffaw evilly at this] Oh, no, not the birdie-boiler-- AAAAAH!!!!

Young Simba: [the Hyena Trio stops laughing] Hey! Why don't you pick on somebody your own size?

Shenzi: Like you?

Young Simba: Oops.

Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed: [unexpectedly] BOO!

Young Nala: Simba!

Banzai: Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Shenzi: [The hyenas laugh at Simba's feeble roar] Ha! That was it?! Do it again. Come on.

Shenzi, Banzai and Ed: [confused] Huh?

Shenzi: Oh, please, please. Uncle. Uncle.

Banzai: Ow. Ow. Ow.

Mufasa: [roaring] SILENCE!!!!!

Banzai: Hey, come on, we're going to shut up right now!

Shenzi: Calm down. We're really sorry.

Mufasa: [angrily] If you ever come near my son again--

Shenzi: Oh, this is-- This is your son?

Banzai: Oh, yours?

Shenzi: Did you know that?

Banzai: No. Me? I-- I didn't know. No. Did you?

Shenzi: No. Of course not.

Banzai: No.

Banzai and Shenzi: [Ed idiotically nods his head "yes" with an idiotic smile, while Mufasa lets out an angry warning roar] Ed?

Banzai: [chuckles nervously; The Hyenas Trio runs off in fear while yelping as Zazu lands behind Mufasa and gives a smiling "That'll show 'em!" gesture, but soon retracts it after Mufasa frowns at him; Simba and Nala come out of their hiding place, as Simba tries to explain himself] Toodles.

Young Simba: Dad, I--

Mufasa: [sternly] You deliberately disobeyed me.

Young Simba: Dad, I'm, I'm sorry.

Mufasa: [Zazu turns back in worry, feeling bad about having snitched on Simba, who walks behind his father, his head bowed in disgrace] Let's go home.

Young Nala: [As Mufasa leads them out of the elephant graveyard, Scar watches from atop a cliff wall, angry at his nephew's resilience and his brother's meddlings] I thought you were very brave.

Young Simba: [singing] I'm gonna be a mighty king. So enemies beware!

Zazu: [singing] Well, I've never seen a king of beasts. With quite so little hair.

Young Simba: [singing] I'm gonna be the mane event. Like no king was before.

Young Simba: [singing] I'm brushin’ up on lookin’ down. I'm workin’ on my ROAR!

Zazu: [drying on what appears to be a hanging towel; singing] Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing

Young Simba: [singing] Oh, I just can't wait to be king!

Zazu: [spoken] You've rather a long way to go, young master, if you think...

Young Simba: [singing] No one sayin’ do this.

Zazu: [spoken] Now when I said that, I -

Young Nala: [singing] No one sayin’ be there.

Zazu: [spoken] What I meant was...

Young Simba: [singing] No one sayin’ stop that.

Zazu: [spoken] Look, what you don't realize...

Young Simba and Young Nala: [singing] No one sayin’ see here.

Zazu: [spoken] Now see here!

Young Simba: [singing] Free to run around all day.

Zazu: [spoken] Well, that's definitely out.

Young Simba: [singing] Free to do it all my way!

Zazu: [flying ahead of the cubs, looking back to speak to them and so not paying attention ahead; singing] : I think it's time that you and I. Arranged a heart to heart.

Young Simba: [singing] Kings don't need advice. From little hornbills for a start.

Zazu: [singing; spoken] If this is where the monarchy is headed Count me out! Out of service, out of Africa, I wouldn't hang about... Aagh!

Zazu: [singing] This child is getting wildly out of wing.

Young Simba: [singing] Oh, I just can't wait to be king!

Young Simba: [singing] Everybody look left. Everybody look right.

Young Simba: [singing] Everywhere you look I'm Standin’ in the spotlight!

Zazu: [spoken, but in strict time] Not yet!

Chorus: [singing] Let every creature go for broke and sing! Let's hear it in the herd and on the wing! It's gonna be King Simba's finest fling!

Young Simba and Chorus: [singing] Oh I just can't wait to be king! Oh I just can't wait to be king! Oh I just can't waaaaaait... to be kiiiiiiiiiing!

Zazu: Step lively. The sooner we get to the water hole, the sooner we can leave.

Young Nala: [whisper] So where we really going?

Young Simba: [whisper] An elephant graveyard.

Young Nala: Wow!

Young Simba: [whisper] Shhh! Zazu.

Young Nala: [whisper] Right. So how are we gonna ditch the dodo?

Young Simba: [whispering] Oh, I know how we can -

Zazu: [lying down; he lands in front of them] Oh, just look at you two. Little seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah. Your parents will be thrilled... ...what with your being betrothed and all.

Young Simba: Be-what?

Zazu: Betrothed. Intended. Affianced.

Young Nala: Meaning...?

Zazu: [as though holding on to his coat lapels] One day, you two are going to be married!

Young Simba: Yuck!

Young Nala: Ewww.

Young Simba: I can't marry her. She's my friend.

Young Nala: Yeah. It'd be so weird.

Zazu: Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you two turtle-doves have no choice. It's a tradition...

Zazu: ...going back generations.

Young Simba: Well, when I'm king, that'll be the first thing to go.

Zazu: Not so long as I'm around.

Young Simba: Well, in that case, you're fired.

Zazu: [pokes Simba's nose] Hmmm... Nice try, but only the king can do that.

Young Nala: Well, he's the future king.

Young Simba: [thumping Zazu's chest] Yeah. So you have to do what I tell you.

Zazu: Not yet I don't. And with an attitude like that, I'm afraid you're shaping up to be a pretty pathetic king indeed.

Young Simba: Hmph. Not the way I see it.

Young Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar, guess what?

Scar: I despise guessing games.

Young Simba: I'm gonna be King of Pride Rock.

Scar: [sarcastically] Oh, goody.

Young Simba: My dad just showed me the whole kingdom. And I'm gonna rule it all. Heheh.

Scar: [flops on his side] Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know.

Young Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar, when I'm king, what'll that make you?

Scar: [[W:Vervet monkey|monkey] A ]'s uncle.

Young Simba: [laughs] You're so weird!

Scar: You have no idea. So, your father showed you the whole kingdom, did he?

Young Simba: Everything.

Scar: He didn't show you what's beyond that rise at the northern border?

Young Simba: Well, no. He said I can't go there.

Scar: And he's absolutely right. It's far too dangerous. Only the bravest lions go there.

Young Simba: Well, I'm brave. What's out there?

Scar: [Interrupting] I'm sorry, Simba, I just can't tell you.

Young Simba: Why not?

Scar: [feigning concern; rubs and pats Simba's head] Simba, Simba, I'm only looking out for the well-being of my favorite nephew.

Young Simba: [snorts; sarcastically] Yeah, right. I'm your only nephew.

Scar: [[w:African bush elephant|elephant; faking surprise] All the more reason for me to be protective. An ] graveyard is no place for a young prince. Oops!

Young Simba: [enthusiastically] An elephant what? Whoa.

Scar: [faking dismay; pulling Simba near] Oh, dear, I've said too much. Well, I suppose you'd have found out sooner or later, you being so clever and all. Oh, just do me one favor; Promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place.

Young Simba: [thinks, knowing that he’ll most likely go there anyway] No problem.

Scar: [Simba leaves the rock; Scar walks away with an evil smile] There's a good lad. You run along now and have fun. And remember; It's our little secret.

Young Simba: [reaches the end of the trail, where Sarabi is resting on a rock and Sarafina is lying on the ground across from her, bathing Nala. The scene cuts to a back shot of Simba trotting toward Nala as Sarafina continues bathing her, with Sarabi resting nearby] Hey, Nala.

Young Nala: [side shot; with Sarafina bathing her and Simba approaching her] Hi, Simba.

Young Simba: [whispering] Come on. I just heard about this great place.

Young Nala: [annoyed; through gritted teeth] Simba! I'm kind of in the middle of a bath.

Sarabi: [scoops up Simba and starts cleaning him] And it's time for yours.

Young Simba: [whining; Simba tries to clamber out of Sarabi's lap, but she draws him back with a paw and continues licking him. The scene cuts to a frontal shot of Simba as Sarabi bathes him; Sarabi licks Simba's forehead, giving him a cowlick. He pouts. The scene cuts to a frontal shot of Sarabi looking down affectionately, in the direction of Simba. The scene cuts to a side shot of Sarabi's paws resting on her rock. Simba clambers on-screen, onto the ground, from the direction of Sarabi's lap; Simba smooths down his head tuft so it is flat once more] Mom! Mom, you're messing up my mane. Okay, okay. I'm clean. Can we go now?

Young Nala: [side shot; lying on her back while Sarafina licks her rump] So, where are we going? It better not be any place dumb.

Young Simba: No. It's really cool.

Sarabi: So, where is this "really cool" place?

Young Simba: [back shot, with Sarabi's muzzle in the foreground; He turns to face Sarabi and smiles innocently] Oh. Uh, around the water hole.

Young Nala: [from off-screen; appalled; The scene cuts to a frontal shot of Simba standing in front of Sarabi's rock, with she being bathed by Sarafina behind him and Sarabi's paws visible in front of him] The water hole?! What's so great about the water hole?

Young Simba: [through clenched teeth] I'll SHOW you when we GET there.

Young Nala: [whisper; normal] Oh. Uh... Mom, can I go with Simba?

Sarafina: Hmm... What do you think, Sarabi?

Sarabi: Well...

Young Nala and Young Simba: [through broad, forced grins] Pleeeease?

Sarabi: It's all right with me.

Young Nala: All right!

Young Simba: Yeah!

Sarabi: As long as Zazu goes with you.

Young Simba: No. Not Zazu.

Young Simba: [runs on-screen, pausing at the edge of the promontory; he stands on the promontory of Pride Rock. With an excited smile, he turns and runs away. The scene cuts to a wide shot of Simba running into the den of Pride Rock. The camera follows him to reveal the rest of his pride sleeping inside the cave, with Mufasa and Sarabi at the very back. After the Pride Rock in early morning, he comes out on the rock. He runs back into the cave and leaps over several of the lionesses, accidentally jumping on a few] Dad! Dad! Come on, Dad, we gotta go. Wake up!

Random Lioness: Oomph!

Young Simba: [starts to wake Mufasa] Sorry! ...Oop. Dad? Dad. Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad--

Sarabi: [over Simba's endless noise of "Dad"s, sleepily] Your son is awake...

Mufasa: [also sleepily] Before sunrise, he's YOUR son.

Simba: [tugs at Mufasa's ear; He loses his grip on Mufasa's ear, and slips and crashes into something off camera. He then comes running back on screen and butts Mufasa. Mufasa sleepily eyes his son] Dad? Dad! Come on, Dad! Daa-- Whoa! You promised!

Mufasa: [seeing his son's impatience] Okay, okay. I'm up. I'm up.

Young Simba: Yeah!

Mufasa: [yawns a well-recorded lion yawn. He and Sarabi follow Simba up to the top of Pride Rock. Simba rubs up against Sarabi; she nudges him ahead and stays behind. Departing shot of her, with a loving expression. The sunrise illuminates the top of Pride Rock impressively. Both Simba and Mufasa are on the point] Look, Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom.

Young Simba: Wow.

Mufasa: A king's time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day, Simba, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king.

Young Simba: And this will all be mine?

Mufasa: Everything.

Young Simba: [looks all around. He views the rip-rap canyon to the north] Everything the light touches. What about that shadowy place?

Mufasa: That's beyond our borders. You must never go there, Simba.

Young Simba: But I thought a king can do whatever he wants.

Mufasa: [he starts back down the rock] Oh, there's more to being king than... getting your way all the time.

Young Simba: [awed] There's more?

Mufasa: [chuckles; The camera switches to Mufasa and Simba walking on the savannah; [w:Ant|ant] Simba... Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ] to the leaping antelope.

Young Simba: But, Dad, don't we eat the antelope?

Mufasa: Yes, Simba, but let me explain. When we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so, we are all connected in the great Circle of Life.

Zazu: [flies to rock] Good morning, sire!

Mufasa: Good morning, Zazu.

Zazu: [land on rock] 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.

Mufasa: Oh, really?

Zazu: [continuing, not noticing Mufasa's lack of enthusiasm] And the baboons are going ape over this. Of course, the giraffes are acting like they're above it all.

Mufasa: [to Simba] What are you doing, son?

Young Simba: [looking in his empty paws] Pouncing.

Mufasa: Let an old pro show you how it's done.

Zazu: The tick birds are pecking on the elephants. I told the elephants to forget it, but they can't.

Mufasa: Zazu, would you turn around?

Zazu: [continuing immediately] Yes, sire. The cheetahs are hard up, but I always say...

Mufasa: [whispering, to Simba] {{small|Stay low to the ground.}}

Zazu: ...cheetahs never prosper.

Young Simba: [whispering] {{small|Yeah, okay, stay low to the ground. Right. Yeah.}}

Zazu: [realizing something is amiss] What’s going on?

Mufasa: A pouncing lesson.

Zazu: [realizing what Mufasa’s doing; Mufasa motions for Zazu to turn back around] Oh, very good. Pouncing. Pouncing?! Oh, no, sire, you can't be serious. Oh... this is so humiliating.

Mufasa: [still whispering] {{small|Try not to make a sound.}}

Zazu: [looks around uneasily; Simba and Mufasa seem to have disappeared] What are you telling him, Mufasa? Mufasa? Simba?

Mufasa: [laughs; laughs again] That's very good.

Gopher: [emerges under Zazu] Zazu?

Zazu: [annoyed] Yes!

Gopher: [salutes] Sir, news from the underground.

Mufasa: [to Simba] Now, this time--

Zazu: [interrupting, with urgency] Sire, hyenas in the Pride Lands!

Mufasa: [in a serious manner] Zazu, take Simba home.

Young Simba: Oh, Dad, can't I come?

Mufasa: [curtly; heads off at a full gallop] No, son.

Young Simba: [scoffs, annoyed] I never get to go anywhere.

Zazu: Oh, young master, one day you will be king; then you can chase those slobbering mangy stupid poachers from dawn until dusk.

Rafiki: [mutters; looks down at his feet, where another halved gourd shell full of paint lies.; exchanges the gourd shell he is holding for the one on the ground. He examines his handiwork.; The scene cuts to a frontal shot of Rafiki smiling and laughing. He dips a thumb into the paint. The scene cuts to a close-up frontal shot of the lion cub painting. Rafiki's hand comes into frame as he smears a distinctive marking across the cub's forehead; The camera slowly zooms out from the painting; he chuckles] Ah. Hmm. Simba.

Scar: [first words; chortles; about to eat the mouse] Life's not fair, is it? You see, I-- Well, I shall never be king. Heh. And you... shall never see the light of another day. Adieu.

Zazu: [out of nowhere] Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?

Scar: [annoyed] What do you want?

Zazu: I'm here to announce that King Mufasa's on his way, so you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning.

Scar: [sees the mouse escaped back to the hole] Oh, now, look, Zazu. You've made me lose my lunch.

Zazu: Hah! You'll lose more than that when the king gets through with you. He's as mad as a hippo with a hernia.

Scar: [sarcastically] Ooh, I quiver with fear!

Zazu: [backs away from Scar; alarmed; Scar traps him in his mouth] Now, Scar, don't look at me that way! HELP!!!!

Mufasa: [enters; first words; Scar looks back at him with his mouth full] Scar. Drop him.

Zazu: [pops his beak out of Scar's mouth; Scar spits him out, which he is now covered in lion slobber, and he groans in disgust] Impeccable timing, Your Majesty.

Scar: [sarcastically overjoyed] Why, if it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.

Mufasa: Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba.

Scar: [faking astonishment; he turns; starts scraping his claws on the rock wall, like the fingernails on the chalkboard and Zazu cringes at the awful sound; admiring his claws] That was today? Oh, I feel simply awful. Must have slipped my mind.

Zazu: Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother, you should have been first in line!

Scar: [clicks his teeth at Zazu, who takes cover behind Mufasa's foreleg] Well, I was first in line until the little hairball was born.

Mufasa: [lowering his head; to Scar] That "hairball" is my son, and your future king.

Scar: [sarcastically; turns away and starts to exit] Oh, I shall practice my curtsy.

Mufasa: [angrily] Don't turn your back on me, Scar.

Scar: [looking back] Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me.

Mufasa: [roars ferociously and jumps in front of Scar, angrily baring his teeth; growls] IS THAT A CHALLENGE?!

Scar: [Mufasa stops growling] Temper, temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you.

Zazu: Pity. Why not?

Scar: [looks both Zazu and Mufasa; exits] Well, as far as brains go, I got the lion's share, but when it comes to brute strength...I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool.

Zazu: [deep sigh; perches on Mufasa's shoulder] There'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 make a very handsome throw rug.

Mufasa: [scorns playfully] Zazu.

Zazu: [Mufasa chuckles in amusement] And just think: Whenever he gets dirty, you can take him out and beat him.

MS: [singing] Nants ingonyama bagithi baba / Sithi uhm ingonyama / Nants ingonyama bagithi baba / Sithi uhhmm ingonyama / Ingonyama / Siyo Nqoba / Ingonyama...| Ingonyama nengw enamabala / Ingonyama nengw enamabala / Ingonyama nengw enamabala / Ingonyama nengw enamabala / Ingonyama nengw enamabala / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa! / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, asana / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa! / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa!

FS: [singing] From the day we arrive on the planet / And, blinking, step into the sun / There's more to see than can ever be seen / More to do than can ever be done / There's far too much to take in here / More to find than can ever be found / But the sun rolling high / Through the sapphire sky / Keeps great and small on the endless round...| It's the circle of life / And it moves us all / Through despair and hope / Through faith and love / Til we find our place / On the path unwinding / In the circle / The circle of life.

MS: [singing] Ingonyama nengw enamabala / Ingonyama nengw enamabala / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa! / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa! Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa! / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa! / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa! / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa! / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa! / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa! / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa! / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa! / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa! / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa! / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa! / Ingonyama nengw enamabala, se-to-kwa!

FS: [singing; song fades] It's the circle of life / And it moves us all / Through despair and hope / Through faith and love / Til we find our place / On the path unwinding / In the circle / The circle of life...|

Scar: ['''Mufasa''': Is that a challenge?] Temper, temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you.

Scar: [[w:lion|lion; [w:hyena|hyena] Mufasa's death was a terrible tragedy. But to lose Simba, who had barely begun to live... For me, it is a deep personal loss. So it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne. Yet, out of the ashes of this tragedy, we shall rise to greet the dawning of a new era, in which ] and ] come together in a great and glorious future!

Scar: ['''Young Simba''': There were wildebeests, and he tried to save me. It was an accident. I didn't mean for it to happen.; '''Young Simba''': What am I going to do?] Simba. What have you done? Of course. Of course you didn't. No one ever means for these things to happen. But the king is dead. And if it weren't for you, he'd still be alive. Oh, what will your mother think? Run away, Simba. Run. Run away and never return.

Scar: ['''Mufasa''': Scar! Brother, help me!; digs his claws into Mufasa's paws; throws Mufasa off the cliff; '''Young Simba''': No!] Long live the king.

Scar: [to a [[w:mouse|mouse] ] he is about to eat] Life's not fair, is it? You see, I... well, I shall never be king. And you... shall never see the light of another day. Adieu.

Simba: Run. Run away, Scar. And never return.

Simba: [scoffs] Little roar..

Timon: Hee-hee-hee! Gets em every time.

Pumbaa: Hey, Timon! You better come look. I think he is still alive.

Pumbaa: ['''Banzai''': Hey, who's the pig?; '''Timon''': Uh-oh. They called him a pig.; '''Timon''': Shouldn't have done that.; '''Timon''': Now they're in for it.; loses a war cry] Drop em! Are you talking to me? Are you talking to me? Are you talking to me? They call me MR. PIG!

Mufasa: [clings to the edge of the gorge. Scar glares down at him from the top of the gorge. He slips and barely manages to hold on; last words; Mufasa's paws scrabble for purchase, kicking bits of rock into the stampede below] Scar! Brother, help me!

Mufasa: A king's time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day, Simba, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king.