Sarabi: Your son's awake.
Mufasa: Before sunrise, he's *your* son.
Banzai: [In the hyenas' lair, Banzai slouches with claw marks on his rear] Man, that lousy Mufasa... I won't be able to sit for a *week!*
Ed the Hyena: [laughs, but 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's not funny,
Ed.
Ed the Hyena: [Cups his paws over his mouth then bursts into hysterical laughter, spitting as his tongue lofts out of his mouth] 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 commence a brief fight]
Shenzi: [Rolls her eyes 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 you guys! No wonder we're dangling at the bottom of the food chain!
Banzai: [a string of drool dangles from his chin] Man, I hate dangling...
Shenzi: [Scoffs] Yeah? You know, if it weren't for those lions, we'd be *runnin'* the joint.
[Ed nods idiotically]
Banzai: Man, I *hate* 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 laugh hysterically]
Zazu: Well, as slippery as your mind is, as the King's brother *you* should've been first in line.
Scar: [Scar threatens to bite, Zazu retreats toward Mufasa] Well, I was first in line, until the little hairball was born.
Mufasa: That hairball is my son. And *your* future king.
Scar: Oh, I shall have to
practice my curtsy.
Timon: Gee. He looks blue.
Pumbaa: I'd say brownish-gold.
Timon: No, no, no. I mean he's depressed.
Pumbaa: Oh.
Scar: [after forcing Simba to the edge of a cliff while a fire burns below] Now this looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? Hm, let me think. Oh, yes, I remember! This is just the way your father looked before he died.
[He claws Simba's paws the same way he did to Mufasa]
Scar: And here's 'my' little secret...
[whispering]
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Young Simba: [In a flashback] Nooooo!
Adult Simba: [leaps back up and pounces on him] Nooo! Murderer!
Simba: My father once told me: protect everything the light touches, if I don't fight for it who will?
Zazu: [about Scar] 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: [Surprised] Zazu!
Zazu: And just think, Whenever he gets dirty you can
take him out and beat him.
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: Yes, Scar?
Scar: Where is your hunting party? They're not doing their job.
Sarabi: Scar, there is no food. The herds have moved
on.
Scar: No! You're just not looking hard enough.
Sarabi: It's over. There is nothing left. We have only one choice. We *must* leave Pride Rock.
Scar: We're not going anywhere!
Sarabi: Then you have sentenced us to death!
Scar: Then so be it!
Sarabi: You
can't do that!
Scar: I'm the king! I can do whatever I want!
Sarabi: If you were half the king Mufasa was, you...
Scar: [knocks Sarabi unconscious] I'm *eleven* times the king Mufasa was!
[Lightning flashes and illuminates a snarling Simba]
Scar: Mufasa! No! You're dead!
Mufasa: Don't turn your back on me, Scar!
Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps *you* shouldn't turn your back on *me*.
Mufasa: [roars, runs to stand before him] Is that a challenge?
Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn't *dream* of challenging you.
Zazu: Pity! Why not?
Scar:
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.
Timon: [singing and dancing the hula] Luau! / If you're hungry for a hunk of fat or juicy meat / Eat my buddy Pumbaa here, / 'Cause he is a treat / Come on down and dine / On this tasty swine/ All you hafta do is get in line. / Ahhhh ya achin'...?
Pumbaa: Yup, yup, yup!
Timon: Forrrr some bacon?
Pumbaa: Yup,
yup, yup!
Timon: Heeee's a big pig!
Pumbaa: Yup, yup!
Timon: You can be a big pig, too. Oy!