Simba and Scar Meet Again After Simbas Return
Adult Simba: I know what I have to do. Only going back means I'll accept to face my by. I've been running from it for and then long.
[Rafiki hits Simba on the head with his stick]
Developed Simba: Ow! Jeez, what was that for?
Rafiki: It doesn't matter. It'southward in the past.
[laughs]
Adult Simba: Yeah, but it all the same hurts.
Rafiki: Oh aye, the past tin hurt. Simply from the mode I come across it, yous can either run from it, or... learn from it.
[swings his stick again at Simba, who ducks out of the way]
Rafiki: Ha. You lot meet? So what are you going to practise?
Adult Simba: Outset, I'g gonna accept your stick.
[Simba snatches Rafiki's stick and throws information technology and Rafiki runs to take hold of it]
Rafiki: No, no, no, no, not the stick! Hey, where you going?
Developed Simba: I'm going back!
Rafiki: Practiced! Go on! Become out of hither!
[Rafiki begins laughing and screeching loudly]
Scar: I'm surrounded past idiots.
Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, ever 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 upward on that big bluish-black affair.
Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were assurance of gas called-for billions of miles away.
Timon: Pumbaa, with yous, everything's gas.
Mufasa: Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As male monarch, you demand to empathize that balance and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.
Young Simba: But, Dad, don't nosotros eat the antelope?
Mufasa: Yes, Simba, just permit me explain. When we dice, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connected in the great Circle of Life.
Rafiki: Look down in that location.
[Slowly Simba walks to the edge of the watering pigsty and peers inside. His reflection stares dorsum at him]
Adult Simba: That's not my father. That'south only my reflection.
Rafiki: No. Look harder.
[Rafiki touches the h2o which causes waves that change Simba's reflection into Mufasa]
Rafiki: You encounter? He lives in yous.
Mufasa'due south Ghost: [From to a higher place] Simba.
Adult Simba: Father?
Mufasa'southward Ghost: [He appears in the heaven as a group of stars] Simba, you lot accept forgotten me.
Adult Simba: No. How could I?
Mufasa's Ghost: Y'all accept forgotten who you are and and so take forgotten me. Expect inside yourself Simba. You are more than what you accept go. You must take your place in the Circle of life.
Adult Simba: How tin I go back? I'm not who I used to be.
Mufasa'southward Ghost: [Now fully formed in the heaven] Remember who you are. You are my son and the 1 true king. Think who you lot are.
Adult Simba: [Mufasa'south ghost begins to disappear] No! Delight! Don't leave me!
Mufasa's Ghost: Remember.
Developed Simba: Male parent!
Mufasa's Ghost: Remember.
Adult Simba: Don't leave me.
Mufasa's Ghost: Retrieve.
Pumbaa: [well-nigh "Hakuna Matata"] Information technology'south our motto.
Young Simba: What's a motto?
Timon: Nothing. What'southward a motto with y'all?
[laughs]
Rafiki: Asante sana Squash banana, Wiwi nugu Mi mi apana.
Developed Simba: Come on, volition you cut information technology out?
Rafiki: Can't cut it out. It will grow correct back. Hehehe.
Developed Simba: Creepy petty monkey. Would you terminate following me! Who are you lot?
Rafiki: The question is, who... are you?
Adult Simba: [sighs] I idea I knew, just now I'grand not so certain.
Rafiki: Well, I know who yous are! Shh. Come here, information technology's a secret.
[Whispers, then grows louder]
Rafiki: Asante sana Squash banana, Wiwi nugu Mi mi apana!
Adult Simba: Enough already! What'south that supposed to mean, anyway?
Rafiki: It means you're a baboon... and I'm non.
Adult Simba: I think you're a piddling confused.
Rafiki: Wrong! I'1000 not the 1 who's confused. Yous don't fifty-fifty know who you lot are!
Adult Simba: Oh, and I suppose you know?
Rafiki: Certain do. You're Mufasa'southward boy!
[Simba turns around to look at him, shocked]
Rafiki: Bye!
Timon: What do you want me to do, clothes in drag and exercise the hula?
Young Simba: Dad?
Mufasa: Hmm?
Young Simba: We're pals, right?
Mufasa: Correct.
Young Simba: And we'll always be together, right?
Mufasa: Simba, permit me tell you something my father told me. Look at the stars. The great kings of the past wait downward on us from those stars.
Young Simba: Actually?
Mufasa: Yep. And so whenever you feel alone, but call back that those kings will e'er be there to guide yous. And so will I.
Immature Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar, guess what?
Scar: I despise guessing games.
Immature Simba: I'm gonna exist King of Pride Stone.
Scar: Oh, goody.
Young Simba: My dad just showed me the whole kingdom. And I'm gonna dominion it all. Heheh.
Scar: Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad dorsum, you lot know.
[flops on his side]
Young Simba: Hey Uncle Scar, when I'm King, what'll that make yous?
Scar: A monkey's uncle.
Young Simba: [laughs] Yous're then weird.
Scar: You have 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 little *bounce* in it.
Zazu: [singing] It's a pocket-sized world after all...
Scar: NO! No. *Anything* but that!
Zazu: [singing] I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts. / Dee-dee-dee-dee, / There they are only 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 time written report.
Mufasa: Fire away.
Zazu: Well the buzz from the bees is that the leopards are in a scrap of a spot. And the baboons are going ape over this. Of grade, the giraffes are acting like they're in a higher place it all... The tick birds are pecking on the elephants. I told the elephants to forget it, but they can't. The cheetahs are hard upwards, just I e'er say, cheetahs never prosper...
Banzai: [In the hyenas' lair, Banzai slouches with claw marks on his rear] Man, that lousy Mufasa... I won't be able to sit down for a *week!*
Ed the Hyena: [laughs, but also tries his best to conceal it from time to fourth dimension] Eh-hee-hee-hee. Heh-heheheheheheheheheh...
Banzai: [Glares at Ed and bares his teeth with impatience] Information technology's not funny, Ed.
Ed the Hyena: [Cups his paws over his oral cavity then bursts into hysterical laughter, spitting equally his natural language lofts out of his rima oris] BA-HA-HA-HAAAA! HA-AH-AH-AH-AH!
[Inhales deeply]
Banzai: Hey, shut upwardly!
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] Volition yous knock it off?
Banzai: [ed appears to be chewing on Banzai's leg; Banzai sits up] Well, he started it!
[Information technology is now obvious that Ed is chewing his ain leg repeatedly]
Shenzi: Look at you guys! No wonder we're dangling at the bottom of the food chain!
Banzai: [a cord of drool dangles from his chin] Human, 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 human are they...
Banzai,Shenzi: [Elongated use of the 'u'] U-GLY!
[both express mirth hysterically]
Timon: Gee. He looks blue.
Pumbaa: I'd say brownish-golden.
Timon: No, no, no. I hateful he'south 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 earlier? Hm, allow me retrieve. Oh, aye, I call back! This is just the way your male parent looked before he died.
[He claws Simba's paws the same way he did to Mufasa]
Scar: And here's 'my' trivial hole-and-corner...
[whispering]
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Immature Simba: [In a flashback] Nooooo!
Developed Simba: [leaps support and pounces on him] Nooo! Murderer!
[Timon and Zazu are cornered past hyenas]
Timon: Please don't eat me.
Pumbaa: Drop 'em!
Banzai: Hey, who's the pig?
Pumbaa: Are you talkin' to me?
Timon: Uh-oh, they called him a sus scrofa.
Pumbaa: Are you talking to *me*?
Timon: Ya shouldn't accept washed that.
Pumbaa: ARE You lot TALKING TO ME?
Timon: At present they're in for information technology!
Pumbaa: THEY CALL ME MR. PIG!
[screams as he charges towards the hyenas]
Pumbaa: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
[first lines]
Scar: [Scar catches a mouse] Life's not fair, is information technology? You see, I... well, I shall never be rex. And you... shall never see the calorie-free of some other day. Hmm-hmm-hmm, farewell.
Zazu: Didn't your mother ever tell y'all non to play with your food?
Scar: [bellowing] Sarabiiiii!
[echoes and reechoes; we soon run into 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! Y'all're just non looking hard enough.
Sarabi: Information technology'southward over. There is nothing left. We have only 1 choice. We *must* leave Pride Rock.
Scar: Nosotros're not going anywhere!
Sarabi: Then you take sentenced the states to death!
Scar: Then so be it!
Sarabi: Yous tin't do that!
Scar: I'm the king! I can practise whatever I want!
Sarabi: If y'all were half the king Mufasa was, yous...
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!
Sarabi: Your son's 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 turn your back on *me*.
Mufasa: [roars, runs to stand before him] Is that a challenge?
Scar: Atmosphere, temper. I wouldn't *dream* of challenging you.
Zazu: Pity! Why not?
Scar: Well, as far every bit brains go, I got the lion's share. But, when information technology comes to brute force... I'grand agape I'm at the shallow terminate of the cistron pool.
Zazu: [virtually Scar] There'south i 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 carpet.
Mufasa: [Surprised] Zazu!
Zazu: And just think, Whenever he gets dirty yous tin can take him out and trounce him.
Pumbaa: [to Immature Simba] You know, kid, in times like this my buddy Timon here says: you got to put your behind in your past.
Timon: No, no, no. Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. It's "You got to put your past behind you."
Zazu: Well, as slippery equally your listen is, equally the King'south brother *you* should've been first in line.
Scar: [Scar threatens to seize with teeth, Zazu retreats toward Mufasa] Well, I was first in line, until the little hairball was built-in.
Mufasa: That hairball is my son. And *your* future king.
Scar: Oh, I shall have to practice my curtsy.
Timon: Let me get this direct. You lot know her. She knows you. But she wants to eat him. And everybody's okay with this?
[jumps up suddenly]
Timon: [yells] Did I miss something?
Adult Simba: Listen, y'all recall you can just show upwards and tell me how to alive my life? You don't even know what I've been through!
Nala: I would if you merely tell me!
Adult Simba: Forget it!
Nala: Fine!
Scar: Now you wait hither. Your father has a *marvelous* surprise for yous.
Young Simba: Oooh. What is it?
Scar: If I told you lot, it wouldn't *be* a surprise, now would it?
Immature Simba: If you tell me, I'll still *act* 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 merely for yous and your daddy. You know, a sort of... male parent-son... affair. Well! I'd improve go get him.
Young Simba: I'll go with you.
Scar: No!
[regaining composure]
Scar: Heh heh heh. No. But stay on this rock. You wouldn't desire to terminate up in another mess similar you did with the hyenas.
Immature Simba: Y'all know about that?
Scar: Simba, Simba, everybody knows virtually that.
Immature Simba: Actually?
Scar: Oh, yeah. Lucky Daddy was there to save you, eh? Oh, and merely between united states of america, you might want to work on that piddling roar of yours. Hmm?
Young Simba: Oh, okay. Hey, Uncle Scar, will I like this surprise?
Scar: Simba, it'due south to *dice* for!
Young Simba: [Nala'due south mother, Sarafina is giving Nala a bath] Hey, Nala.
Immature Nala: Hello, Simba.
Young Simba: Come on, I simply heard virtually this keen place.
Young Nala: Simba, I'm kinda in the eye of a bath.
Sarabi: And it'south time for yours.
[grabs Simba and starts licking him]
Immature Simba: Mom! Mom, you're messing up my mane!
[Sarabi smiles]
Young Simba: Ok, ok. I'm make clean. Can nosotros get now?
Young Nala: So where are nosotros going? It meliorate non be anyplace dumb.
Young Simba: No, it's really cool.
Sarabi: So where is this really cool place?
Young Simba: Oh... around the waterhole.
Immature Nala: The waterhole? What'south and then great about the waterhole?
Young Simba: [muttering] I'll *show* y'all when we *get* there.
Young Nala: Oh... Mom, can I become with Simba?
Sarafina - Nala'southward Mother: Hmm, what do y'all retrieve Sarabi?
Sarabi: Well...
Immature Simba,Immature Nala: [with forced grins] Please!
Sarabi: It'due south alright with me.
Immature Simba: Aye!
Immature Nala: All right!
Sarabi: As long every bit Zazu goes with you.
Young Simba: No, non Zazu!
Scar: Ahh, and so you haven't told them your little secret. Well, Simba, at present's your gamble to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's decease!
Developed Simba: [break] I am.
Sarabi: [whispering] Information technology's not true. Tell me it'southward non truthful.
Developed Simba: It's true.
Scar: You lot see? He admits it. Murderer!
Adult Simba: No! It was an blow!
Scar: If information technology weren't for you Mufasa would still be alive. It'due south your fault he's expressionless. Do y'all deny it?
Adult Simba: No.
Scar: And so you lot're *guilty*.
Developed Simba: No, I'grand *not* a murderer!
Pumbaa: [singing] And I got down-hearted.
Timon: How did yous feel?
Pumbaa: Every time that I...
Timon: [clapping Pumbaa'southward mouth shut] Hey, Pumbaa, not in front of the kids.
Pumbaa: [Faces the camera] Oh. Sorry.
Shenzi: Well, well, well, Banzai, what have we got here?
Banzai: Hmm, I don't know Shenzi uh, what exercise you retrieve Ed?
Ed the Hyena: Oo ehehe, oh hahahaha
Banzai: Yes, just what I was thinking, a trio of trespassers.
Zazu: And quite past accident let me assure you...
Shenzi: Whoa, whoa, wait wait. I know yous, yous're Mufasa's little stooge.
Zazu: I madame, am the rex's majordomo.
Banzai: And that would brand you...?
Young Simba: The future King!
Shenzi: Do you know what we practise to kings who step out of their kingdom?
Young Simba: Puh, you tin't practice anything to me.
Zazu: Uh-uh, technically they tin, nosotros are on their land.
Young Simba: But Zazu, you told me they are cipher only slobbery, mangy stupid poachers.
Zazu: Ix-nay on the upid-stay...
Banzai: Who yous callin' upid-stay?
Banzai: I thought things were bad under Mufasa.
Scar: What did you say?
Banzai: I said Muf...
[Shenzi elbows him]
Banzai: I said, uh... Que pasa?
Scar: Skilful. Now get out.
Banzai: Yeah, but... we're even so hungry.
Scar: *Out*!
Timon: Let me become this straight. Yous're the king? And y'all never told us?
Adult Simba: Await, I'thousand still the same guy.
Timon: Merely with ability!
Nala: Could you guys excuse u.s.a. for a few minutes?
Timon: Hey, whatever she has to say, she can say in forepart of us. Correct, Simba?
Adult Simba: Mm... Peradventure you'd ameliorate become.
Timon: It starts. You recollect you know a guy...
[Timon and Pumbaa leave]
Adult Simba: Timon and Pumbaa. You learn to love 'em.
Scar: Simba, Simba, please. Please have mercy, I beg y'all.
Developed Simba: You don't deserve to live.
Scar: Merely, Simba, I... am... family. It'due south the hyenas who are the real enemy. It was their fault. Information technology was their idea!
Adult Simba: Why should I believe yous? Everything you ever told me was a lie.
Scar: What are you going to exercise? You wouldn't kill your *old* uncle...?
Developed Simba: No, Scar. I'chiliad not like you.
Scar: Oh, Simba, cheers. Yous are truly noble. I'll make information technology upwards to you, I promise. How can I, ah, prove myself to you? Tell me anything, anything.
Adult Simba: Run. Run away, Scar. And never return.
Scar: Yes. Of form. As you wish,
[Scar's words turn into a snarl]
Scar: your Majesty!
[throws embers in Simba's confront]
Adult Simba: Aaah!
Pumbaa: Kid, what's eatin' ya?
Timon: Nothing, he's at the meridian of the food chain!
[laughs]
Timon: The food concatenation!
[chuckles nervously]
Timon: [of the decimated Pride Stone] We're gonna fight your uncle... for this?
Adult Simba: Yes, Timon. This is my domicile.
Timon: Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper.
Mufasa: Await, Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom.
Young Simba: Wow.
Mufasa: A rex's time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. 1 day, Simba, the sun will attack my time hither, and will rising with you as the new king.
Young Simba: And this'll all be mine?
Mufasa: Everything.
Young Simba: Everything the lite touches...
Scar: So, your father showed you the whole kingdom, did he?
Young Simba: Everything.
Scar: He didn't prove y'all what's beyond that rise at the northern border?
Immature Simba: Well, no. He said I can't go there.
Scar: And he's absolutely correct! Information technology'southward far too dangerous. Only the bravest lions go there.
Immature Simba: Well, I'm brave. What'southward out there?
Scar: No, I'm pitiful, Simba, I merely *can't* tell you.
Young Simba: Why not?
Scar: Simba, Simba, I'm only looking out for the well-being of my favorite nephew.
Young Simba: Yeah, right. I'm your just nephew.
Scar: All the more reason for me to exist protective. An elephant graveyard is no identify for a young prince.
Immature Simba: An elephant what? Whoa!
Scar: Oops! Oh, dear, I've said as well much! Well, I suppose you lot'd have found out sooner or later, you being so clever and all. Simply promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place!
Young Simba: No problem!
Scar: There's a expert lad. Y'all run along now and have fun. And call back... its our little secret.
Timon: Hyenas. I hate hyenas. And then what's the plan for getting past those guys?
Adult Simba: Live allurement.
Timon: Good idea.
[realizes what he means]
Timon: HEY!
Developed Simba: Tell them the truth.
Scar: Truth? Simply truth is in the eye of the behold...
Scar: [Simba chokes him, he whispers] All right. All correct. I did it.
Adult Simba: So they can hear you lot.
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Zazu: What'south going on?
Mufasa: A pouncing lesson.
Zazu: Oh, very skilful. Pouncing. *Pouncing*? Oh, no, Sire, you tin't be serious...
[Mufasa signs for "turn around"]
Zazu: This is so humiliating.
Scar: Mufasa's expiry was a terrible tragedy; just to lose Simba, who had barely begun to alive... For me it is a deep personal loss. So information technology is with a heavy centre that I presume the throne. Nevertheless, 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 hereafter!
Mufasa: Simba, I'm very disappointed in you.
Young Simba: I know.
Mufasa: Y'all could have been killed! You deliberately disobeyed me! And what'southward worse, you put Nala in danger!
Young Simba: I was just trying to be brave like y'all.
Mufasa: Simba, I'one thousand simply dauntless when I have to be. Being brave doesn't hateful you go looking for problem.
Immature Simba: Merely you're not scared of anything.
Mufasa: I was today.
Young Simba: You were?
Mufasa: Aye. I idea I might lose y'all.
Immature Simba: Whoah. I guess fifty-fifty kings get scared, huh?
Mufasa: Mmm-hmm.
Immature Simba: But y'all know what?
Mufasa: What?
Young Simba: I bet those hyenas were even scareder.
Mufasa: [laughs] That's 'cause nobody messes with your dad! Come up hither, you!
Young Simba: [laughing] No, no!
[Mufasa and Simba have a fiddling wrestling match]
Adult Simba: Well...
Timon: Yeah?
Developed Simba: Somebody one time told me that the swell kings of the past are upwardly there, watching over united states of america.
Pumbaa: Really?
Timon: You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching u.s.?
Zazu: [leading Simba and Nala to the waterhole] Step lively. The sooner we get to the waterhole, the sooner we can go out.
Immature Nala: [whispering to Simba] Then where are we really going?
Immature Simba: An elephant graveyard.
Young Nala: Wow!
Young Simba: Shhhh! Zazu.
Young Nala: Correct. So how are we going to ditch the dodo?
[Simba starts whispering to her]
Zazu: Only look at you ii. Little seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah. Your parents volition exist *thrilled*, what with your being betrothed and all.
Young Simba: Exist-what?
Zazu: Betrothed. Intended. Affianced.
Young Nala: Meaning...?
Zazu: Ane mean solar day, y'all two are going to be married!
Young Simba: Yuck!
Young Nala: Ewww.
Young Simba: I tin't marry her. She's my friend!
Immature Nala: Yeah. It'd exist so weird!
Zazu: Well, sorry to bust the quondam bubble, just you lot two turtledoves accept no selection. Information technology'southward a tradition going back generations.
Young Simba: Well, when I'thou king, that'll be the commencement affair to go.
Zazu: Not so long as I'm around.
Young Simba: Well, in that case, you're fired.
Zazu: Hmmm... Nice attempt, but only the king tin do that.
Immature Nala: Well, he'south the future king.
Young Simba: Yep. Then 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 exist a pretty pathetic male monarch indeed.
Pumbaa: Your Majesty. I gravel at your anxiety.
[starts kissing Simba'south feet]
Developed Simba: Cease that.
Timon: It'southward non gravel, it'south grovel.
Banzai: But we gotta finish the chore.
Shenzi: Well, he'southward as adept as dead out there anyway. And *if* he comes back, nosotros'll kill him.
Banzai: [calling out to Simba] Yep! You hear that? If you ever come back, we'll kill ya!
Timon: So where you from?
Immature Simba: Who cares? I can't go back.
Timon: Ah, you lot're an outcast! That'due south great. So are we.
Rafiki: What was *that*?
[laughs]
Rafiki: The weather condition - Pbbbah! Very peculiar. Don't yous think?
Adult Simba: Yep. Looks like the winds are changing.
Rafiki: Ahhh. Change is practiced.
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 / Eat my buddy Pumbaa hither, / 'Cause he is a treat / Come on down and dine / On this tasty swine/ All you hafta exercise is get in line. / Ahhhh ya achin'...?
Pumbaa: Yup, yup, yup!
Timon: Forrrr some bacon?
Pumbaa: Yup, yup, yup!
Timon: Heeee's a large pig!
Pumbaa: Yup, yup!
Timon: You can be a big pig, too. Oy!
Adult Simba: Give me i 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. Footstep 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 you? You're not the Simba I call back.
Adult Simba: You're right, I'm not. Now are yous satisfied?
Nala: No, just disappointed.
Adult Simba: You know you're starting to sound like my male parent.
Nala: Good. At least one of us does.
Timon: [Trying to button Pumbaa, whose stuck under a log, while running away from a Lioness] Why do I e'er have to save your... Ahhh!
Timon: Geez! Information technology's a lion! Run, Pumbaa! Move it!
Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, it's only a *picayune* lion. Look at him. He'south and so cute and all lonely! Tin can nosotros keep him?
Timon: Pumbaa, are you nuts? Nosotros're talking about a king of beasts; lions eat guys like u.s.a.!
Pumbaa: Simply he's so petty.
Timon: He's gonna get bigger.
Pumbaa: Maybe he'll be on our side.
Timon: A - huh! That's the stupidest thing I ever heard. Perhaps he'll b-... Hey, I got it! What if he'southward on our side? You lot know, having a lion around might non exist such a bad idea.
Young Simba: What am I gonna practice?
Scar: Run. Run away, and never return.
[Simba leaves and hyenas come out of the mist]
Scar: Kill him.
Timon: This looks like a skillful spot to rustle up some grub.
Young Simba: What's that?
Timon: A grub. What's it look like?
[Timon eats the grub]
Young Simba: Ewwwww, gross.
Timon: Tastes like craven.
Young Simba: Everything the light touches... What near that shadowy identify?
Mufasa: That's beyond our borders. Y'all must never become there, Simba.
Young Simba: Simply I thought a male monarch can do whatever he wants.
Mufasa: In that location'south more to existence a male monarch than getting your way all the time.
Young Simba: There's more?
Mufasa: [laughing] Simba.
Mufasa: [higher up 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: [every bit the Photographic camera zooms out] Nooooooooo!
Developed Simba: [in a huff] She's wrong. I tin't go dorsum. What would information technology show, anyway? You tin can't change the by.
[calling to the sky]
Developed Simba: You said you'd e'er be there for me! Just you're not. Information technology's because of me. It's my mistake. It's my error.
[singing]
Timon: And if he falls / In beloved tonight / It can be assumed...
Pumbaa: His carefree days / With united states of america are history.
Timon,Pumbaa: In short, our pal / Is doomed!
[Timon and Pumbaa both start crying]
Young Simba: Hey, expect, Banana Pecker is scared.
Zazu: It's Mr. Banana Beak to you, Fuzzy! And right now, nosotros are all in very real danger.
Immature 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 fourth dimension?
Banzai: We've got a bone to pick with you lot!
Shenzi: I'll handle this. Scar, there'due south no food, no water...
Banzai: Yeah, information technology's dinner time, and nosotros ain't got no stinkin' entrees.
Scar: It's the lionesses' job to practice the hunting.
Banzai: Yes, simply they won't go chase.
Scar: Oh... eat Zazu.
Zazu: Oh, y'all wouldn't want me. I'd be and so tough and gamey and... eeww...
Scar: Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All you need is a little garnish.
Shenzi: What'due south the hurry? We'd love you to stick around for dinner.
Banzai: Yeah. We could take any's "lion" around.
Shenzi: Oh wait, await, wait. I got 1, I got ane. Brand mine a "cub" sandwich. Whatcha remember?
[all laugh]
Shenzi: [Ed points]
Shenzi: What, Ed?
Banzai: Hey, did nosotros order this dinner to go?
Shenzi: No, why?
Banzai: 'Cause THERE IT GOES!
Shenzi: [Banzai's stomach growls] Shut up.
Banzai: I can't assist it. I'one thousand and then hungry... I gotta take a wildebeest.
Shenzi: Stay *put*.
Banzai: Well... can't I just pick off one of the petty sick ones?
Shenzi: NO! Await for the betoken from Scar.
[Scar appears on the horizon]
Shenzi: At that place he is. Allow'south become.
[Watching Simba and Nala]
Timon: I tell ya, Pumbaa, this stinks!
Pumbaa: Oh, lamentable.
Timon: Non you, THEM! Him... Her... alone.
Sarabi: Mufasa?
Adult Simba: No. Information technology's me.
Sarabi: Simba? But how...?
Adult Simba: It doesn't matter. I'k habitation.
Scar: Simba? Simba! Well, it certain is a surprise to see you...
[turns to the hyenas]
Scar: ...*alive*!
[last lines]
Mufasa's ghost: [equally Simba gazes into the night sky] Remember...
Banzai: Oh, Scar, it'south simply you.
Shenzi: We were afraid information technology was somebody important.
Banzai: Yeah, you lot know, like Mufasa.
Scar: I see.
Banzai: Now that's power.
Shenzi: Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder.
Banzai: Mufasa!
Shenzi: Ooooh! Do information technology again!
Banzai: Mufasa!
Shenzi: Ooooh!
Banzai: Mufasa, Mufasa, Mufasa!
Shenzi: Ooooh!
[breaks into laughter]
Shenzi: And information technology tingles me!
Scar: I'm *surrounded* by idiots.
Scar: Ahh, my friends.
Shenzi: Friends? I idea he said nosotros were the enemy.
Banzai: That's what I heard. Ed?
Ed the Hyena: Oo-oo-ooh, he-he, he-he-he
Zazu: I'1000 here to denote that Male monarch Mufasa'southward on his style. So you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning.
Scar: [sees the mouse scampering off] Oh, now look, Zazu, yous fabricated me lose my lunch.
Zazu: Ha! You lot'll lose more than that when the King gets through with you. He's 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 withal in in that location?
Shenzi: Do y'all know what we do to kings who stride out of their kingdom?
Young Simba: Puh. Y'all can't do annihilation to me.
Zazu: Uhh... technically, they can. We are on their land.
Young Simba: Merely Zazu, you lot told me they're goose egg simply slobbering mangy stupid poachers.
Zazu: 9-nay on the oopid-stay...
Banzai: Who're you callin' "oopid-stay?"
Zazu: Oh, my, my, my. Await at the sunday. It's time to become!
Scar: [Scar and the Hyenas arroyo 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 y'all. And at present everyone knows *why*!
[Simba falls dorsum, but hangs desperately onto the border]
Nala: SIMBA!
[Lightning strikes the ground beneath, causing a fire to start up]
Timon: [to Nala, later she accidentally surprises him] Don't ever do that again! Carnivores, ugh!
Timon: I saved yous.
[Pumbaa snorts]
Timon: Pumbaa helped... a picayune.
Timon: Lady, accept you got your lions crossed!
Pumbaa: What'd ya do, child?
Immature Simba: Something terrible. Merely I don't wanna talk about it.
Timon: Adept. We don't wanna hear well-nigh it.
Shenzi: Hey. There he goes. There he goes.
Banzai: And so go get him.
Shenzi: At that place own't no way I'grand going in there. What, you desire me to come out there looking similar you? Cactus-Butt?
Timon: Look, kid: bad things happen, and y'all can't do anything near information technology, 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 behind / Simply thick as you are, / Pay attention! / My words are a matter of pride / It's articulate from vacant expressions / The lights are not all on upstairs / But we're talking kings and successions / Even *y'all* can't be caught unawares!
Scar: [singing] Of course, / Quid pro quo, / You're expected / To take certain duties on lath / 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 afterward me.
[clears throat]
Timon: Hakuna Matata.
Young Simba: What?
Pumbaa: [slower] Hakuna Matata. Information technology means "no worries".
Pumbaa: [through a mouthful of grub and worms; to Simba] You'll acquire to love 'em!
Zazu: [virtually Scar] There's one in every family sire. Two in mine really.
Mufasa: What am I going to exercise with him?
Zazu: He'd make a very handsome throw rug.
Mufasa: Zazu!
Zazu: And merely think. Whenever he gets dingy you tin accept him out and shell him!
Banzai: Yes, be prepared! We'll be prepared... for what?
Scar: For the death of the king!
Banzai: Why? Is he sick?
Scar: No, fool, we're going to impale him. And Simba, besides.
Shenzi: Hey, corking idea! Who needs a king?
Banzai,Shenzi: [singing and dancing around Ed] No king, no king, la la la la la la...
Scar: Idiots! At that place volition *be* a male monarch!
Banzai: Hey, merely y'all said that...
Scar: *I* volition be king. Stick with me, and you'll never become hungry again!
Banzai,Shenzi: Yeah, all right! Long alive the rex!
[other hyenas join in]
Banzai,Shenzi: Long live the rex! Long live the king!
Rafiki: [singing] Asante sana Squash assistant, wewe nugu mimi hapana.
Adult Simba: Come on. Will yous cut it out?
Rafiki: Tin't cut information technology out. It grow correct back!
Developed Simba: Creepy lilliputian monkey. Will you stop following me? Who are y'all?
Rafiki: The question is who are you?
Adult Simba: I thought I knew. Now I'm not and then sure.
Rafiki: Well, I know who you are. Ssh, come up here. Information technology's a underground.
[starts singing in Simba's ear]
Rafiki: Asante sana Squash banana, wewe nugu mimi hapana
Developed Simba: Enough already! What is that supposed to mean anyhow?
Rafiki: It means you lot're a baboon and I'yard not.
Adult Simba: I think y'all're a piffling confused.
Rafiki: Wrong! I'm not the ane who's confused. Yous don't even know who you lot are!
Adult Simba: Oh and I suppose you lot know?
Rafiki: Sure do. You're Mufasa's boy!
[Simba looks at Rafiki]
Rafiki: Bye!
Developed Simba: [Rafiki runs off and Simba chases him] Hey wait!
Developed Simba: [Catching upward] 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 again! He's alive and I volition show him to yous! You follow one-time Rafiki. He knows the manner!
Timon: [singing] I can see what'southward happening.
Pumbaa: What?
Timon: [singing] And they don't take a clue.
Pumbaa: Who?
Timon: [singing] They'll fall in love and hither's the bottom line: / Our trio'south downwardly to two.
Pumbaa: Oh.
Timon: [singing]
[sarcastic, with French accent]
Timon: The sweet caress of twilight.
[normal vocalism, but still sarcastic]
Timon: There'south magic everywhere. / And with all this romantic atmosphere, / Disaster's in the aiiiiiiir!
Scar: Why! If information technology isn't my large brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.
Mufasa: Sarabi and I didn't see you lot at the presentation of Simba.
Scar: That was today? Oh, I experience simply awful.
Mufasa: Simba, I'm very disappointed in you!
Immature Simba: I know.
Mufasa: You could take been killed. You deliberatly disobeyed me and what'due south worse, yous put Nala in danger!
Young Simba: I was just trying to be brave like you.
Mufasa: I'm only dauntless when I *have* to be. Simba, being dauntless doesn't mean you become looking for trouble.
Young Simba: But you're not scared of annihilation.
Mufasa: I was today.
Young Simba: Y'all were?
Mufasa: Yes. I thought I might lose y'all.
Young Simba: Oh. I guess fifty-fifty kings get scared, huh?
Mufasa: Mm-hmm
Young Simba: Simply you know what?
Mufasa: What?
Young Simba: I recollect those hyenas were even scarder
Mufasa: Cause nobody messes with your dad! Come up hither yous!
Young Simba: [Mufasa grabs Simba and gives him a noogie] Oh no, no! Aah!
Young Simba: [Simba squirms away and chases his male parent and tackles him] Come up here. Got ya!
[They curlicue in the grass laughing]
Young Simba: Dad?
Mufasa: Hmm?
Young Simba: We're pals right?
Mufasa: Right.
Immature Simba: And we'll always be together right?
Mufasa: Simba, allow me tell yous something that *my* father told me. Look at the stars. The peachy kings of the past look downwardly on u.s.a. from those stars.
Young Simba: Really?
Mufasa: Yes. So whenever y'all feel solitary only remember that those kings will always exist there to guide you lot. And and so will I.
Nala: Have you guys seen Simba?
Timon: I thought he was with yous.
Nala: He was just at present I can't notice him. Where is he?
[Nosotros hear Rafiki's express mirth. He's sitting in a tree above them]
Rafiki: [Chuckles] You won't find him here. The king... has returned.
Nala: I can't believe it. He's gone dorsum!
Timon: Gone back? What do you lot mean?
[He looks to the tree. Rafiki has disappeared]
Timon: Hey! What's going on here? Who's the monkey?
Nala: Simba's gone back to challenge Scar.
Timon: Who?
Nala: Scar.
Pumbaa: Who'southward got a scar?
Nala: No, no, no. It's his uncle.
Timon: The monkey's his uncle?
Nala: No! Simba's gone back to challenge his uncle to take his place as king.
Timon,Pumbaa: Ohh.
Banzai: The little majordomo bird, hippity-hop, all the way to the baboon boiler.
Zazu: Oh no, not the baboon boiler!
[Zazu rockets away, with his tail feathers on fire while the hyenas laugh in triumph]
[slurping upward a worm]
Pumbaa: Slimy yet satisfying.
Timon: I'm telling you, child: this is the slap-up life. No rules, no responsibilities...
[he reaches into a hole in a log and various insects skitter out, with him property a blue bug; he points to the rest of the insects]
Timon: Ooh, the footling foam-filled kind!
Timon: [seeing a red protrude] These are rare delicacies.
[takes it and eats it]
Timon: Piquant with a very pleasant crunch.
Shenzi: What'south the hurry? We'd looove you to stick around for dinner.
Banzai: Yeaaaah! We could have whatever's... "lion" around!. Get it? Lion around!
Shenzi: Oh expect, await, wait, I got i, 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 naught you can practice about it. So why worry?
Nala: Considering it'due south your responsibleness.
Adult Simba: Well, what about you lot? Y'all left.
Nala: I left to find aid, and I institute *yous*. Don't you understand? You're our simply hope.
Adult Simba: Sorry.
Nala: [nearly Scar] Simba, he let the hyenas take over the Pride Lands.
Developed Simba: What?
Nala: Everything's destroyed. At that place'southward no food, no water. Simba, if you don't do something soon, everyone will starve.
Developed Simba: I tin can't go back.
Nala: Why?
Adult Simba: You lot wouldn't sympathize.
Nala: What wouldn't I sympathise?
Adult Simba: No, no, no. It doesn't matter. Hakuna Matata.
Nala: What?
Adult Simba: Hakuna Matata. Information technology'due south something I learned out here.
Adult Simba: Nala? Is information technology actually yous?
Nala: Who are yous?
Developed Simba: Information technology's me, Simba.
Nala: Simba?
[he nods. Nala was elated to see him]
Nala: Whoa!
[they bud their heads]
Nala: How did you...
Adult Simba: How did you...
[Timon stood there surprised and speechless]
Adult Simba: Wow!
Nala: Where did you come from?
Adult Simba: This is gr... It'south bang-up to run into you!
Timon: Hey, what'southward goin' on here?
Adult Simba: What are you lot doing hither?
Nala: What practice you mean what am I doing here? What are you doing here?
Timon: Hey! What'southward goin' on here?
Developed Simba: Isn't this a great place?
Nala: It is cute. Only I don't sympathize something. You've been live all this time. Why didn't you come back to Pride Rock.
Adult Simba: Well, I just needed to leave on my own, live my own life. And I did, and it's great.
Nala: Wait till everyone finds out yous've been here all this time. And your mother, what will she think?
Adult Simba: She doesn't have to know. Nobody has to know.
Nala: Of grade they practise. Everyone thinks you're expressionless.
Adult Simba: They practise.
Nala: Aye. Scar told us about the stampede.
Adult Simba: He did? What else did he tell y'all?
Nala: What else matters? You're alive. And that means, you're the rex.
Timon: King? Pbbfft. Lady, have you got your lions crossed!
Scar: Simba. What accept you washed?
Immature Simba: At that place were wildebeests, and he tried to salve me. Information technology was an blow. I didn't mean for it to happen.
Scar: Of course. Of class you didn't. No one ever means for these things to happen. Only the king is expressionless. And if it weren't for you, he'd still exist alive.
Timon: [to Pumbaa] It's non gravel, it'south grovel. And don't. He's not the king
[to Simba]
Timon: Are ya?
Adult Simba: No.
Nala: Simba.
Developed Simba: No, I'k non the king. Possibly I was gonna be but that was a long fourth dimension ago.
Adult Simba: [near Mufasa] I hate to tell you this, but he died a long fourth dimension agone.
Rafiki: Nope. Wrong again. Ha ha ha. He'south live. And I'll show him to yous. You lot follow quondam Rafiki, he knows the fashion. Come on.
Zazu: [On Mufasa'southward Back] Oh look Sire. The herds are on the motion.
Mufasa: Yes...
Scar: [Worried and Desperate] Quick Mufasa! Stampede, in the gorge. Simba's down there!
Mufasa: Simba?
Zazu: As the rex'southward brother *y'all* should have been first in line.
Scar: Well, I was first in line, until the piffling hairball was born.
Mufasa: That "hairball" is my son and you're future male monarch.
Scar: [Begins walking away] Oh, I shall do my curtsey.
Mufasa: Don't plough your back on me, Scar.
Scar: Oh, no Mufasa. Maybe *you* shouldn't turn your back on *me*.
Mufasa: [Roars angrily and runs in front of Scar's path] Is that a claiming?
Scar: Temper temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you.
Zazu: Pity. Why not?
Scar: Well equally far as brains become I got the lion's share only when information technology comes to brute strength. I'm agape I'm at the shallow terminate of the gene pool
Zazu: [to Mufasa; pointing at Simba, who is property on to the branch of a dead tree in the middle of the stampede] In that location! There! On the tree!
Mufasa: Concur on, Simba!
[a wildebeet's horn hits the tree which begins to intermission]
Young Simba: [wails] AAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!
[Mufasa jumps off the cliff and dives to Simba's rescue]
Zazu: [singing] If this is where the monarchy is headed/ count me out! Out of service, out of Africa/ I wouldn't hang about...
[the log that he is perched on goes over a h2o of psychedelic colors]
Zazu: Ahhh!
[Zazu manages to escape the free-fall as he flies towards the camera]
Zazu: [singing crossly] This child is getting wildly OUT OF WIIIIIIIING!
Nala: Nosotros really needed you at habitation.
Adult Simba: No one needs me.
Nala: Yes, nosotros practise. Yous're the rex.
Developed Simba: Nala, we've been through this. I'chiliad not the male monarch. Scar is.
Scar: [to the hyenas every bit Simba was running away] Kill him.
Scar: [near the hyenas] They think I'm the King.
Nala: But we don't. Simba's the rightful King.
Adult Simba: The choice is yours, Scar. Either step downwards or a fight.
Young Simba: [Simba is clinging on to a expressionless tree branch for dear life] Zazu, help me!
Zazu: Your begetter'southward on the style! Concur on!
Young Simba: [scared] Bustle!
Timon: When the World turns its dorsum on you lot, you lot turn your back on the World!
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