Adult Simba: You knew my father?
Rafiki: Correction: I *know* your father.
Timon: Who's the brains in this outfit?
Pumbaa: Uh...
Timon: My point exactly.
Timon: I saved you.
[Pumbaa snorts]
Timon: Pumbaa helped... a little.
Timon: Lady, have you got your lions crossed!
Pumbaa: What'd ya do, kid?
Young Simba: Something terrible. But I don't wanna talk about it.
Timon: Good. We don't wanna hear about it.
Scar: [Scar and the Hyenas approach him, leading him to the edge of a cliff] No, Simba, you're in trouble again. But this time, Daddy isn't here to save you. And now everyone knows *why*!
[Simba falls back, but hangs desperately onto the edge]
Nala: SIMBA!
[Lightning strikes the ground below, causing a fire to start up]
Shenzi: Hey. There he goes. There he goes.
Banzai: So go get him.
Shenzi: There ain't no way I'm going in there. What, you want me to come out there looking like you? Cactus-Butt?
Timon: Look, kid: bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it, right?
Young Simba: Right.
Timon: *Wrong*! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your *back* on the world.
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 vacant expressions / The lights are not all on upstairs / But we're talking kings and successions / Even *you* can't be caught unawares!
Scar: [singing] Of course, / Quid pro quo, / You're expected / To take certain duties on board / The future 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: YOU WON'T GET A SNIFF WITHOUT ME!
[hyena falls into a volcano]
Timon: Repeat after me.
[clears throat]
Timon: Hakuna Matata.
Young Simba: What?
Pumbaa: [slower] Hakuna Matata. It means "no worries".
Pumbaa: [through a mouthful of grub and worms; to Simba] You'll learn to love 'em!
Zazu: [about Scar] There's one in every family sire. Two in mine actually.
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 can take him out and beat him!
[slurping up a worm]
Pumbaa: Slimy yet satisfying.
Scar: [to the hyenas] The way I see it, why eat one meal... when you can be feasting the rest of your lives? Are you hungry?
Kamari: [Simba lets out a small roar, causing Azizi to burst out laughing] Did you hear that? The future King.
Azizi: Do it again.
[Simba roars but it's actually Mufasa]
Mufasa: Zazu? Take Nala back to Pride Rock.
Zazu: Yes, sire. Don't be too hard on him, sire. I remember a cub. A certain headstrong cub. Who was always getting into scrapes and he achieved some prominence, did he not, sire?
Mufasa: I have to teach my son a lesson.
Zazu: Nala, come along.
Timon: [Simba is singing Hakuna Matata] Oh, now he's riffing, Pumbaa! This is a nightmare!
Mufasa: [as ghost; to Simba] I never left you. I never will. Remember who you are.
