Lion King Hyenas Say It Again Gif
Developed Simba: I know what I have to practice. Merely going back means I'll accept to face my past. I've been running from information technology for and so long.
[Rafiki hits Simba on the head with his stick]
Adult Simba: Ow! Jeez, what was that for?
Rafiki: It doesn't matter. It'due south in the past.
[laughs]
Adult Simba: Yeah, only it still hurts.
Rafiki: Oh yes, the past can hurt. Only from the fashion I see it, you tin either run from it, or... learn from information technology.
[swings his stick over again at Simba, who ducks out of the manner]
Rafiki: Ha. You see? So what are yous going to do?
Adult Simba: First, I'one thousand gonna take your stick.
[Simba snatches Rafiki's stick and throws it and Rafiki runs to catch it]
Rafiki: No, no, no, no, non the stick! Hey, where you going?
Developed Simba: I'm going back!
Rafiki: Skillful! Continue! Go out of here!
[Rafiki begins laughing and screeching loudly]
Scar: I'chiliad surrounded by idiots.
Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there?
Timon: Pumbaa, I don't wonder; I know.
Pumbaa: Oh. What are they?
Timon: They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... got stuck up on that big blue-black affair.
Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
Timon: Pumbaa, with y'all, everything'south gas.
Mufasa: Everything yous see exists together in a delicate residual. As king, you lot need to understand that rest and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.
Young Simba: Only, Dad, don't we eat the antelope?
Mufasa: Aye, Simba, but let me explicate. When we die, our bodies go the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so nosotros are all continued in the great Circle of Life.
Rafiki: Look downwards at that place.
[Slowly Simba walks to the border of the watering hole and peers inside. His reflection stares back at him]
Developed Simba: That's not my father. That's merely my reflection.
Rafiki: No. Await harder.
[Rafiki touches the water which causes waves that change Simba's reflection into Mufasa]
Rafiki: You see? He lives in you.
Mufasa's Ghost: [From above] Simba.
Adult Simba: Father?
Mufasa's Ghost: [He appears in the sky equally a grouping of stars] Simba, you accept forgotten me.
Developed Simba: No. How could I?
Mufasa's Ghost: You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me. Expect within yourself Simba. You are more than than what you take become. You must accept your identify in the Circle of life.
Adult Simba: How can I go back? I'chiliad non who I used to be.
Mufasa's Ghost: [At present fully formed in the sky] Remember who y'all are. You lot are my son and the ane true king. Remember who you lot are.
Adult Simba: [Mufasa'south ghost begins to disappear] No! Please! Don't leave me!
Mufasa'due south Ghost: Retrieve.
Adult Simba: Father!
Mufasa's Ghost: Remember.
Developed Simba: Don't leave me.
Mufasa's Ghost: Remember.
Pumbaa: [about "Hakuna Matata"] It'south our motto.
Young Simba: What's a motto?
Timon: Nothing. What's a motto with you?
[laughs]
Rafiki: Asante sana Squash assistant, Wiwi nugu Mi mi apana.
Adult Simba: Come up on, will you cut it out?
Rafiki: Can't cut it out. It will grow right back. Hehehe.
Adult Simba: Creepy little monkey. Would y'all finish post-obit me! Who are you?
Rafiki: The question is, who... are you?
Adult Simba: [sighs] I thought I knew, simply now I'k not so sure.
Rafiki: Well, I know who yous are! Shh. Come here, it's a secret.
[Whispers, then grows louder]
Rafiki: Asante sana Squash banana, Wiwi nugu Mi mi apana!
Adult Simba: Enough already! What's that supposed to mean, anyhow?
Rafiki: Information technology ways you're a baboon... and I'm non.
Adult Simba: I recall you're a lilliputian confused.
Rafiki: Wrong! I'm non the i who'southward confused. Yous don't fifty-fifty know who you lot are!
Adult Simba: Oh, and I suppose y'all know?
Rafiki: Sure exercise. Y'all're Mufasa'southward boy!
[Simba turns effectually to look at him, shocked]
Rafiki: Adieu!
Timon: What do you lot want me to practise, apparel in elevate and practise the hula?
Immature Simba: Dad?
Mufasa: Hmm?
Young Simba: We're pals, correct?
Mufasa: Correct.
Immature Simba: And nosotros'll ever be together, right?
Mufasa: Simba, let me tell you something my begetter told me. Await at the stars. The keen kings of the past look down on us from those stars.
Young Simba: Actually?
Mufasa: Aye. And then whenever yous feel lone, but remember that those kings will always exist in that location to guide you. So will I.
Young Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar, guess what?
Scar: I despise guessing games.
Immature Simba: I'g gonna be King of Pride Rock.
Scar: Oh, goody.
Immature Simba: My dad merely showed me the whole kingdom. And I'm gonna rule information technology all. Heheh.
Scar: Yeah. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad dorsum, you know.
[flops on his side]
Young Simba: Hey Uncle Scar, when I'm Rex, what'll that make you?
Scar: A monkey's uncle.
Young Simba: [laughs] You're so weird.
Scar: You have no thought.
Zazu: [singing] Nooooobody knows the problem I've seen. / Nooooobody knows my sorrow.
Scar: Oh, Zazu, do lighten upwards. Sing something with a little *bounce* in information technology.
Zazu: [singing] It'due south a small globe 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 just continuing in a row.
Zazu,Scar: [Scar joins in] Big ones, small ones, some as big equally your head...
Zazu: [whispering] Oh, I never had to exercise this with Mufasa.
Zazu: Checking in with the morning report.
Mufasa: Fire away.
Zazu: Well the fizz from the bees is that the leopards are in a bit of a spot. And the baboons are going ape over this. Of course, 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 tin't. The cheetahs are hard up, only 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 for a *calendar week!*
Ed the Hyena: [laughs, but also tries his best to muffle information technology from fourth dimension 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 oral cavity then bursts into hysterical laughter, spitting equally his tongue lofts out of his mouth] BA-HA-HA-HAAAA! HA-AH-AH-AH-AH!
[Inhales deeply]
Banzai: Hey, close up!
Ed the Hyena: AH-HA-HO! HO-HO-HO-HO!
Banzai: [Bares his teeth] Grrrrrr...
[equally Ed continues to laugh, Banzai barks and pounces on Ed, abruptly ending his laughing. The ii commence a brief fight]
Shenzi: [Rolls her eyes and turns to the ii yelping and rolling atop each other aggressively] Will y'all knock it off?
Banzai: [ed appears to be chewing on Banzai's leg; Banzai sits up] Well, he started information technology!
[It is now obvious that Ed is chewing his own leg repeatedly]
Shenzi: Look at y'all guys! No wonder nosotros're dangling at the bottom of the food concatenation!
Banzai: [a string of drool dangles from his chin] Human, I hate dangling...
Shenzi: [Scoffs] Yeah? Yous know, if it weren't for those lions, nosotros'd exist *runnin'* the joint.
[Ed nods idiotically]
Banzai: Human being, I *detest* lions!
Shenzi: [Grumbles] And so pushy...
Banzai: And hairy...
Shenzi: [Smiles] Stinky...
Banzai: [Grins] And human being 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-aureate.
Timon: No, no, no. I mean he'due south depressed.
Pumbaa: Oh.
Scar: [afterwards forcing Simba to the edge of a cliff while a fire burns below] Now this looks familiar. Where accept I seen this before? Hm, let me recall. Oh, yeah, I think! 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'southward 'my' little hole-and-corner...
[whispering]
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Young Simba: [In a flashback] Nooooo!
Developed Simba: [leaps support and pounces on him] Nooo! Murderer!
[Timon and Zazu are cornered by hyenas]
Timon: Please don't swallow me.
Pumbaa: Drop 'em!
Banzai: Hey, who's the pig?
Pumbaa: Are yous talkin' to me?
Timon: Uh-oh, they chosen him a grunter.
Pumbaa: Are y'all talking to *me*?
Timon: Ya shouldn't have done that.
Pumbaa: ARE You lot TALKING TO ME?
Timon: At present they're in for it!
Pumbaa: THEY CALL ME MR. Squealer!
[screams as he charges towards the hyenas]
Pumbaa: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
[first lines]
Scar: [Scar catches a mouse] Life's not fair, is information technology? Y'all see, I... well, I shall never be king. And you... shall never see the light of another solar day. Hmm-hmm-hmm, adieu.
Zazu: Didn't your mother always tell you non to play with your food?
Scar: [bellowing] Sarabiiiii!
[echoes and reechoes; we presently see Sarabi walking through the pack of hyenas, trying to snap at her; Simba looks on equally Sarabi approaches]
Sarabi: Yes, Scar?
Scar: Where is your hunting political party? They're not doing their job.
Sarabi: Scar, there is no food. The herds take moved on.
Scar: No! Yous're just non looking hard enough.
Sarabi: It'due south over. There is nothing left. We accept only one choice. We *must* leave Pride Rock.
Scar: Nosotros're non going anywhere!
Sarabi: So you accept sentenced us to death!
Scar: Then so be information technology!
Sarabi: You tin can't do that!
Scar: I'm the rex! I can do whatever I want!
Sarabi: If you were half the king Mufasa was, you lot...
Scar: [knocks Sarabi unconscious] I'chiliad *eleven* times the male monarch Mufasa was!
[Lightning flashes and illuminates a snarling Simba]
Scar: Mufasa! No! You're expressionless!
Sarabi: Your son'south awake.
Mufasa: Before sunrise, he'due south *your* son.
Mufasa: Don't turn your dorsum on me, Scar!
Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa. Peradventure *y'all* shouldn't turn your dorsum on *me*.
Mufasa: [roars, runs to stand before him] Is that a challenge?
Scar: Atmosphere, temper. I wouldn't *dream* of challenging y'all.
Zazu: Pity! Why not?
Scar: Well, as far as brains become, I got the lion's share. Merely, when information technology comes to fauna strength... I'k afraid I'g at the shallow end of the gene pool.
Zazu: [about Scar] There'southward 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 carpeting.
Mufasa: [Surprised] Zazu!
Zazu: And just think, Whenever he gets dirty y'all tin can take him out and beat him.
Pumbaa: [to Young Simba] You know, kid, in times like this my buddy Timon here says: y'all 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 backside you."
Zazu: Well, as slippery as your heed is, every bit the King'due south brother *you* should've been first in line.
Scar: [Scar threatens to bite, Zazu retreats toward Mufasa] Well, I was get-go in line, until the fiddling hairball was built-in.
Mufasa: That hairball is my son. And *your* future king.
Scar: Oh, I shall take to practice my curtsy.
Timon: Let me get this straight. You know her. She knows yous. But she wants to eat him. And everybody's okay with this?
[jumps up suddenly]
Timon: [yells] Did I miss something?
Developed Simba: Listen, you think you can merely show up and tell me how to alive my life? You don't fifty-fifty know what I've been through!
Nala: I would if you but tell me!
Developed Simba: Forget information technology!
Nala: Fine!
Scar: Now you lot wait here. Your begetter has a *marvelous* surprise for you.
Young Simba: Oooh. What is it?
Scar: If I told y'all, information technology wouldn't *be* a surprise, now would it?
Young Simba: If yous tell me, I'll yet *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 just for you and your daddy. You lot know, a sort of... male parent-son... matter. Well! I'd better go go him.
Young Simba: I'll become with you.
Scar: No!
[regaining composure]
Scar: Heh heh heh. No. But stay on this stone. You wouldn't desire to cease upwards in another mess like you lot did with the hyenas.
Immature Simba: Y'all know nearly that?
Scar: Simba, Simba, everybody knows about that.
Young Simba: Really?
Scar: Oh, aye. Lucky Daddy was there to relieve you, eh? Oh, and but between us, you might want to piece of work on that piddling roar of yours. Hmm?
Young Simba: Oh, okay. Hey, Uncle Scar, will I like this surprise?
Scar: Simba, it's to *dice* for!
Young Simba: [Nala's mother, Sarafina is giving Nala a bath] Hey, Nala.
Young Nala: How-do-you-do, Simba.
Immature Simba: Come on, I simply heard nearly this swell identify.
Immature Nala: Simba, I'm kinda in the middle of a bath.
Sarabi: And it's time for yours.
[grabs Simba and starts licking him]
Young Simba: Mom! Mom, you're messing upwardly my mane!
[Sarabi smiles]
Immature Simba: Ok, ok. I'm clean. Tin can nosotros get at present?
Immature Nala: So where are we going? It amend not exist anyplace impaired.
Immature Simba: No, it's really cool.
Sarabi: So where is this really absurd place?
Young Simba: Oh... around the waterhole.
Immature Nala: The waterhole? What's and then great nigh the waterhole?
Young Simba: [muttering] I'll *show* y'all when we *become* at that place.
Young Nala: Oh... Mom, can I get with Simba?
Sarafina - Nala's Female parent: Hmm, what do yous call up Sarabi?
Sarabi: Well...
Young Simba,Immature Nala: [with forced grins] Please!
Sarabi: It's alright with me.
Young Simba: Aye!
Young Nala: All right!
Sarabi: As long as Zazu goes with you.
Young Simba: No, non Zazu!
Scar: Ahh, and so you lot haven't told them your little secret. Well, Simba, now's your hazard to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa'south death!
Adult Simba: [intermission] I am.
Sarabi: [whispering] Information technology's non true. Tell me it'southward not true.
Adult Simba: It's true.
Scar: You see? He admits information technology. Murderer!
Adult Simba: No! It was an accident!
Scar: If it weren't for you Mufasa would still exist alive. It'southward your fault he's dead. Do you deny it?
Adult Simba: No.
Scar: Then you're *guilty*.
Adult Simba: No, I'm *non* a murderer!
Pumbaa: [singing] And I got dejected.
Timon: How did you feel?
Pumbaa: Every time that I...
Timon: [clapping Pumbaa's mouth shut] Hey, Pumbaa, not in front end 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 do you think Ed?
Ed the Hyena: Oo ehehe, oh hahahaha
Banzai: Yeah, just what I was thinking, a trio of trespassers.
Zazu: And quite by accident let me assure you...
Shenzi: Whoa, whoa, wait wait. I know you, yous're Mufasa'southward little stooge.
Zazu: I madame, am the king's majordomo.
Banzai: And that would make yous...?
Immature Simba: The time to come Male monarch!
Shenzi: Do you know what we exercise to kings who stride out of their kingdom?
Immature Simba: Puh, y'all can't do anything to me.
Zazu: Uh-uh, technically they tin, nosotros are on their country.
Young Simba: Merely Zazu, y'all told me they are zip merely slobbery, mangy stupid poachers.
Zazu: Ix-nay on the upid-stay...
Banzai: Who you callin' upid-stay?
Banzai: I idea things were bad under Mufasa.
Scar: What did yous say?
Banzai: I said Muf...
[Shenzi elbows him]
Banzai: I said, uh... Que pasa?
Scar: Skillful. Now go out.
Banzai: Yeah, but... we're still hungry.
Scar: *Out*!
Timon: Let me get this straight. You're the rex? And yous never told us?
Developed Simba: Look, I'm still the same guy.
Timon: But with power!
Nala: Could you guys excuse us for a few minutes?
Timon: Hey, whatever she has to say, she can say in front of us. Correct, Simba?
Adult Simba: Mm... Maybe you'd better become.
Timon: It starts. You think you lot know a guy...
[Timon and Pumbaa exit]
Adult Simba: Timon and Pumbaa. You learn to dear 'em.
Scar: Simba, Simba, please. Please have mercy, I beg you.
Adult Simba: You don't deserve to live.
Scar: But, Simba, I... am... family. It's the hyenas who are the existent enemy. It was their fault. It was their idea!
Developed Simba: Why should I believe you? Everything yous always told me was a prevarication.
Scar: What are you going to do? You wouldn't kill your *onetime* uncle...?
Adult Simba: No, Scar. I'1000 not like you.
Scar: Oh, Simba, thank you. You lot are truly noble. I'll make it up 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: Yeah. Of class. As you wish,
[Scar'south words turn into a snarl]
Scar: your Majesty!
[throws embers in Simba's face]
Adult Simba: Aaah!
Pumbaa: Kid, what'southward eatin' ya?
Timon: Nothing, he'south at the top of the food chain!
[laughs]
Timon: The food concatenation!
[chuckles nervously]
Timon: [of the decimated Pride Rock] Nosotros're gonna fight your uncle... for this?
Adult Simba: Yep, Timon. This is my home.
Timon: Whoa. Talk about your logroller-upper.
Mufasa: Await, Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom.
Young Simba: Wow.
Mufasa: A male monarch's fourth dimension equally ruler rises and falls like the sun. One twenty-four hours, Simba, the sun will attack my time here, and will rise with you equally the new king.
Young Simba: And this'll all be mine?
Mufasa: Everything.
Young Simba: Everything the light touches...
Scar: And then, your male parent showed you the whole kingdom, did he?
Young Simba: Everything.
Scar: He didn't evidence you what's beyond that rise at the northern border?
Young Simba: Well, no. He said I tin't go in that location.
Scar: And he'due south absolutely correct! It's far too dangerous. Only the bravest lions go at that place.
Young Simba: Well, I'grand brave. What's out in that location?
Scar: No, I'one thousand sorry, Simba, I but *can't* tell you.
Young Simba: Why non?
Scar: Simba, Simba, I'yard only looking out for the well-being of my favorite nephew.
Young Simba: Aye, right. I'thou your only nephew.
Scar: All the more reason for me to be protective. An elephant graveyard is no place for a immature prince.
Immature Simba: An elephant what? Whoa!
Scar: Oops! Oh, dear, I've said too much! Well, I suppose you'd have found out sooner or subsequently, you existence and then clever and all. But promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place!
Immature Simba: No problem!
Scar: There's a skilful lad. You lot run along now and have fun. And remember... its our little cloak-and-dagger.
Timon: Hyenas. I detest hyenas. So what's the plan for getting past those guys?
Adult Simba: Live allurement.
Timon: Good thought.
[realizes what he ways]
Timon: HEY!
Adult Simba: Tell them the truth.
Scar: Truth? But truth is in the eye of the behold...
Scar: [Simba chokes him, he whispers] All right. All right. I did it.
Adult Simba: And then they tin hear yous.
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Zazu: What'south going on?
Mufasa: A pouncing lesson.
Zazu: Oh, very proficient. Pouncing. *Pouncing*? Oh, no, Sire, you lot can't exist serious...
[Mufasa signs for "turn around"]
Zazu: This is so humiliating.
Scar: Mufasa'south expiry 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 centre that I assume the throne. Yet, out of the ashes of this tragedy, we shall ascension to greet the dawning of a new era... in which lion and hyena come together, in a great and glorious future!
Mufasa: Simba, I'm very disappointed in you.
Young Simba: I know.
Mufasa: You could have been killed! You deliberately disobeyed me! And what's worse, you put Nala in danger!
Young Simba: I was merely trying to exist brave like you.
Mufasa: Simba, I'm just brave when I take to be. Being brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble.
Young Simba: Merely you're not scared of anything.
Mufasa: I was today.
Immature Simba: You were?
Mufasa: Yes. I thought I might lose you.
Young Simba: Whoah. I guess even kings get scared, huh?
Mufasa: Mmm-hmm.
Young Simba: But you know what?
Mufasa: What?
Young Simba: I bet those hyenas were even scareder.
Mufasa: [laughs] That'due south 'cause nobody messes with your dad! Come here, you!
Immature Simba: [laughing] No, no!
[Mufasa and Simba have a little wrestling friction match]
Adult Simba: Well...
Timon: Aye?
Adult Simba: Somebody in one case told me that the great kings of the past are up there, watching over us.
Pumbaa: Really?
Timon: You mean a bunch of regal dead guys are watching u.s.?
Zazu: [leading Simba and Nala to the waterhole] Pace lively. The sooner we go to the waterhole, the sooner we tin go out.
Young Nala: [whispering to Simba] So where are we really going?
Immature Simba: An elephant graveyard.
Young Nala: Wow!
Young Simba: Shhhh! Zazu.
Young Nala: Right. So how are we going to ditch the dodo?
[Simba starts whispering to her]
Zazu: But expect at you 2. Little seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah. Your parents will be *thrilled*, what with your being matrimonial and all.
Immature Simba: Exist-what?
Zazu: Matrimonial. Intended. Affianced.
Immature Nala: Meaning...?
Zazu: One 24-hour interval, you two are going to be married!
Immature Simba: Yuck!
Immature Nala: Ewww.
Young Simba: I can't marry her. She'south my friend!
Young Nala: Yes. Information technology'd exist so weird!
Zazu: Well, sorry to bust the old chimera, only you two turtledoves take no choice. It'southward a tradition going back generations.
Immature Simba: Well, when I'm male monarch, that'll be the first thing to go.
Zazu: Not so long as I'm around.
Immature Simba: Well, in that case, y'all're fired.
Zazu: Hmmm... Nice endeavour, but only the male monarch tin can practice that.
Young Nala: Well, he's the future king.
Young Simba: Yeah. So you take to do what I tell yous.
Zazu: Not withal I don't. And with an attitude similar that, I'm agape you're shaping up to exist a pretty pathetic rex indeed.
Pumbaa: Your Majesty. I gravel at your feet.
[starts kissing Simba'southward feet]
Developed Simba: Finish that.
Timon: It's not gravel, it'south grovel.
Banzai: Simply we gotta finish the job.
Shenzi: Well, he's every bit skillful as expressionless out at that place anyhow. And *if* he comes dorsum, we'll kill him.
Banzai: [calling out to Simba] Yeah! You hear that? If you always come back, nosotros'll impale ya!
Timon: Then where y'all from?
Young Simba: Who cares? I can't go back.
Timon: Ah, you're an outcast! That's dandy. So are we.
Rafiki: What was *that*?
[laughs]
Rafiki: The weather - Pbbbah! Very peculiar. Don't you call up?
Adult Simba: Yeah. Looks similar the winds are changing.
Rafiki: Ahhh. Modify is practiced.
Nala: What made yous come back?
Adult Simba: I finally got some sense knocked into me. And I've got the crash-land to prove it.
Timon: [singing and dancing the hula] Luau! / If you're hungry for a hunk of fat or juicy meat / Swallow my buddy Pumbaa here, / 'Cause he is a care for / Come up on downwards and dine / On this tasty swine/ All you hafta do is go far line. / Ahhhh ya achin'...?
Pumbaa: Yup, yup, yup!
Timon: Forrrr some salary?
Pumbaa: Yup, yup, yup!
Timon: Heeee's a big pig!
Pumbaa: Yup, yup!
Timon: You tin can be a large pig, too. Oy!
Adult Simba: Give me i good reason why I shouldn't rip y'all autonomously.
Scar: Oh, Simba, yous must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom...
Adult Simba: Are no longer yours. Stride down, Scar.
Zazu: [caged while the battle rages around him] Allow me out! Let me out!
Timon: [fleeing the hyenas] Lemme in! Lemme in!
Nala: What's happened to you lot? You're non the Simba I remember.
Developed Simba: You're right, I'1000 not. Now are you satisfied?
Nala: No, simply disappointed.
Adult Simba: You know yous're starting to sound like my father.
Nala: Expert. At least 1 of us does.
Timon: [Trying to push Pumbaa, whose stuck under a log, while running abroad from a Lioness] Why do I always have to save your... Ahhh!
Timon: Geez! It's a lion! Run, Pumbaa! Move it!
Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, it's just a *niggling* lion. Expect at him. He'southward so cute and all solitary! Can nosotros keep him?
Timon: Pumbaa, are you nuts? We're talking about a panthera leo; lions eat guys like us!
Pumbaa: But he's so fiddling.
Timon: He's gonna get bigger.
Pumbaa: Possibly he'll exist on our side.
Timon: A - huh! That's the stupidest thing I ever heard. Peradventure he'll b-... Hey, I got information technology! What if he's on our side? Yous know, having a king of beasts effectually might not be such a bad idea.
Young Simba: What am I gonna do?
Scar: Run. Run away, and never render.
[Simba leaves and hyenas come out of the mist]
Scar: Kill him.
Timon: This looks like a good spot to rustle up some chow.
Young Simba: What's that?
Timon: A grub. What's it expect like?
[Timon eats the grub]
Immature Simba: Ewwwww, gross.
Timon: Tastes like chicken.
Immature Simba: Everything the light touches... What well-nigh that shadowy place?
Mufasa: That's beyond our borders. You must never get there, Simba.
Young Simba: But I idea a king tin practice whatever he wants.
Mufasa: There'south more to being a king than getting your way all the time.
Young Simba: In that location'due south more?
Mufasa: [laughing] Simba.
Mufasa: [in a higher place the stampeding wildebeest] Scar! Broth-blood brother, aid me!
Scar: [Scar puts his claws into Mufasa's paws] Long live the King.
[throws him into the stampede]
Mufasa: Aaaaah!
Young Simba: [as the Camera zooms out] Nooooooooo!
Adult Simba: [in a huff] She'south wrong. I can't go back. What would it bear witness, anyway? You can't change the past.
[calling to the sky]
Developed Simba: You lot said you'd always be there for me! But yous're non. It's because of me. It'southward my fault. It'south my fault.
[singing]
Timon: And if he falls / In dear tonight / Information technology can be assumed...
Pumbaa: His carefree days / With us are history.
Timon,Pumbaa: In short, our pal / Is doomed!
[Timon and Pumbaa both get-go crying]
Young Simba: Hey, expect, Assistant Beak is scared.
Zazu: It's Mr. Assistant Beak to you, Fuzzy! And correct now, we are all in very existent danger.
Young Simba: Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. Ha ha ha ha!
Banzai: Hey, Boss!
Scar: Oh, what is it this fourth dimension?
Banzai: We've got a bone to pick with you!
Shenzi: I'll handle this. Scar, there's no food, no h2o...
Banzai: Yeah, information technology'due south dinner time, and nosotros ain't got no stinkin' entrees.
Scar: It'south the lionesses' job to exercise the hunting.
Banzai: Yeah, but they won't go chase.
Scar: Oh... eat Zazu.
Zazu: Oh, you wouldn't want me. I'd be so tough and gamey and... eeww...
Scar: Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All y'all demand is a little garnish.
Shenzi: What's the hurry? We'd beloved you lot to stick effectually for dinner.
Banzai: Yeah. We could have whatever's "lion" effectually.
Shenzi: Oh expect, wait, await. I got 1, I got one. Make mine a "cub" sandwich. Whatcha think?
[all express mirth]
Shenzi: [Ed points]
Shenzi: What, Ed?
Banzai: Hey, did we lodge this dinner to go?
Shenzi: No, why?
Banzai: 'Cause THERE It GOES!
Shenzi: [Banzai's stomach growls] Shut up.
Banzai: I tin can't help it. I'thousand so hungry... I gotta have a wildebeest.
Shenzi: Stay *put*.
Banzai: Well... can't I just option off one of the little sick ones?
Shenzi: NO! Wait for the betoken from Scar.
[Scar appears on the horizon]
Shenzi: In that location he is. Allow's go.
[Watching Simba and Nala]
Timon: I tell ya, Pumbaa, this stinks!
Pumbaa: Oh, sorry.
Timon: Non y'all, THEM! Him... Her... lone.
Sarabi: Mufasa?
Adult Simba: No. It's me.
Sarabi: Simba? But how...?
Adult Simba: Information technology doesn't matter. I'm home.
Scar: Simba? Simba! Well, it sure is a surprise to run into you...
[turns to the hyenas]
Scar: ...*alive*!
[final lines]
Mufasa'southward ghost: [as Simba gazes into the dark sky] Remember...
Banzai: Oh, Scar, it's just you.
Shenzi: Nosotros were afraid information technology was somebody of import.
Banzai: Yeah, you know, like Mufasa.
Scar: I run into.
Banzai: Now that's ability.
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 it tingles me!
Scar: I'chiliad *surrounded* past idiots.
Scar: Ahh, my friends.
Shenzi: Friends? I thought 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'k hither to announce that King Mufasa's on his mode. Then you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this forenoon.
Scar: [sees the mouse scampering off] Oh, now look, Zazu, y'all made me lose my lunch.
Zazu: Ha! Yous'll lose more than that when the King gets through with you. He'southward equally mad as a hippo with a hernia...
Scar: [approaches him menacingly] Oooh... I quiver with *fright*...
Young Nala: [sees an elephant skull] I wonder if its brains are all the same in there?
Shenzi: Exercise you know what we do to kings who pace out of their kingdom?
Immature Simba: Puh. You can't practise anything to me.
Zazu: Uhh... technically, they can. We are on their land.
Young Simba: But Zazu, you lot told me they're nothing but slobbering mangy stupid poachers.
Zazu: Nine-nay on the oopid-stay...
Banzai: Who're you lot callin' "oopid-stay?"
Zazu: Oh, my, my, my. Look at the dominicus. It'southward time to go!
Scar: [Scar and the Hyenas approach him, leading him to the border of a cliff] No, Simba, you're in trouble once more. Just this time, Daddy isn't hither to save yous. And now everyone knows *why*!
[Simba falls back, but hangs desperately onto the edge]
Nala: SIMBA!
[Lightning strikes the ground beneath, causing a fire to start up]
Timon: [to Nala, after she accidentally surprises him] Don't ever practice that again! Carnivores, ugh!
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. Only I don't wanna talk about it.
Timon: Good. We don't wanna hear about it.
Shenzi: Hey. At that place he goes. There he goes.
Banzai: So go get him.
Shenzi: There ain't no mode I'thou going in there. What, you want me to come out in that location looking like you? Cactus-Butt?
Timon: Wait, kid: bad things happen, and you tin't do anything about it, right?
Young Simba: Right.
Timon: *Wrong*! When the world turns its back on you, y'all plough your *dorsum* on the world.
Scar: [singing] I know that your powers of retention / Are equally wet equally a warthog's backside / Only thick as you are, / Pay attention! / My words are a matter of pride / Information technology's clear 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 class, / Quid pro quo, / Yous're expected / To take certain duties on lath / The hereafter is littered with prizes / And though I'1000 the principal addressee / The point that I must emphasize is...
[Leaps in front of a hyena]
Scar: YOU WON'T Become 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. Information technology ways "no worries".
Pumbaa: [through a mouthful of chow and worms; to Simba] Y'all'll larn to honey 'em!
Zazu: [nearly 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 merely think. Whenever he gets dirty you tin take him out and beat him!
Banzai: Yeah, exist prepared! We'll exist prepared... for what?
Scar: For the death of the king!
Banzai: Why? Is he ill?
Scar: No, fool, we're going to kill him. And Simba, too.
Shenzi: Hey, great idea! Who needs a king?
Banzai,Shenzi: [singing and dancing around Ed] No male monarch, no rex, la la la la la la...
Scar: Idiots! In that location will *exist* a king!
Banzai: Hey, but you said that...
Scar: *I* will be king. Stick with me, and you'll never go hungry again!
Banzai,Shenzi: Yep, all right! Long live the king!
[other hyenas join in]
Banzai,Shenzi: Long alive the male monarch! Long alive the male monarch!
Rafiki: [singing] Asante sana Squash banana, wewe nugu mimi hapana.
Developed Simba: Come on. Will you cut it out?
Rafiki: Can't cut it out. It grow right dorsum!
Developed Simba: Creepy little monkey. Will you cease following me? Who are you?
Rafiki: The question is who are yous?
Developed Simba: I thought I knew. Now I'm not then certain.
Rafiki: Well, I know who you are. Ssh, come up here. Information technology'south a cloak-and-dagger.
[starts singing in Simba'southward ear]
Rafiki: Asante sana Squash assistant, wewe nugu mimi hapana
Adult Simba: Enough already! What is that supposed to hateful anyhow?
Rafiki: Information technology means y'all're a baboon and I'chiliad not.
Adult Simba: I remember you're a little dislocated.
Rafiki: Wrong! I'm not the one who'south confused. You don't even know who yous are!
Adult Simba: Oh and I suppose you know?
Rafiki: Certain do. You lot're Mufasa's boy!
[Simba looks at Rafiki]
Rafiki: Good day!
Adult Simba: [Rafiki runs off and Simba chases him] Hey wait!
Developed Simba: [Communicable up] You knew my begetter?
Rafiki: Correction. I know you're father.
Adult Simba: I hate to tell you this simply he died. A long time agone.
Rafiki: Nope! wrong again! He's alive and I will prove him to you! You follow old Rafiki. He knows the manner!
Timon: [singing] I can see what's happening.
Pumbaa: What?
Timon: [singing] And they don't have a clue.
Pumbaa: Who?
Timon: [singing] They'll fall in dearest and here'southward the bottom line: / Our trio'south down to two.
Pumbaa: Oh.
Timon: [singing]
[sarcastic, with French emphasis]
Timon: The sweet caress of twilight.
[normal voice, but still sarcastic]
Timon: There's magic everywhere. / And with all this romantic atmosphere, / Disaster'due south in the aiiiiiiir!
Scar: Why! If it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.
Mufasa: Sarabi and I didn't see yous at the presentation of Simba.
Scar: That was today? Oh, I experience simply awful.
Mufasa: Simba, I'm very disappointed in you!
Young Simba: I know.
Mufasa: Yous could have been killed. You deliberatly disobeyed me and what's worse, you put Nala in danger!
Young Simba: I was just trying to exist dauntless like you.
Mufasa: I'm only dauntless when I *have* to be. Simba, being brave doesn't mean you get looking for trouble.
Immature Simba: But y'all're not scared of anything.
Mufasa: I was today.
Young Simba: You were?
Mufasa: Yep. I idea I might lose you lot.
Young Simba: Oh. I judge fifty-fifty kings get scared, huh?
Mufasa: Mm-hmm
Young Simba: Only you know what?
Mufasa: What?
Immature Simba: I retrieve those hyenas were even scarder
Mufasa: Cause nobody messes with your dad! Come up hither you!
Young Simba: [Mufasa grabs Simba and gives him a noogie] Oh no, no! Aah!
Immature Simba: [Simba squirms away and chases his father and tackles him] Come up here. Got ya!
[They roll in the grass laughing]
Young Simba: Dad?
Mufasa: Hmm?
Young Simba: Nosotros're pals right?
Mufasa: Right.
Young Simba: And nosotros'll e'er exist together correct?
Mufasa: Simba, allow me tell you something that *my* begetter told me. Look at the stars. The smashing kings of the by look down on us from those stars.
Young Simba: Actually?
Mufasa: Aye. Then whenever you feel solitary only recall that those kings will always be there to guide you. And so volition I.
Nala: Accept you guys seen Simba?
Timon: I thought he was with you.
Nala: He was simply at present I can't observe him. Where is he?
[We hear Rafiki's laugh. He's sitting in a tree in a higher place them]
Rafiki: [Chuckles] You won't find him here. The rex... has returned.
Nala: I can't believe it. He's gone back!
Timon: Gone back? What do you hateful?
[He looks to the tree. Rafiki has disappeared]
Timon: Hey! What's going on here? Who's the monkey?
Nala: Simba'south gone back to challenge Scar.
Timon: Who?
Nala: Scar.
Pumbaa: Who's got a scar?
Nala: No, no, no. It'southward his uncle.
Timon: The monkey'due south his uncle?
Nala: No! Simba's gone dorsum to claiming his uncle to take his identify every bit king.
Timon,Pumbaa: Ohh.
Banzai: The niggling majordomo bird, hippity-hop, all the fashion to the birdie banality.
Zazu: Oh no, not the birdie boiler!
[Zazu rockets away, with his tail feathers on fire while the hyenas laugh in triumph]
[slurping up a worm]
Pumbaa: Slimy yet satisfying.
Timon: I'm telling you, child: this is the great life. No rules, no responsibilities...
[he reaches into a hole in a log and various insects skitter out, with him holding a blue bug; he points to the rest of the insects]
Timon: Ooh, the footling cream-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's the hurry? We'd looove you to stick around for dinner.
Banzai: Yeaaaah! We could accept whatsoever'south... "king of beasts" effectually!. Get it? Panthera leo around!
Shenzi: Oh await, wait, wait, I got one, I got one: make mine a "cub" sandwich; whatcha remember?
[all laugh]
Adult Simba: Look, Sometimes bad things happen...
Nala: Simba.
Adult Simba: And in that location'southward aught you can do nearly it. So why worry?
Nala: Considering information technology's your responsibility.
Developed Simba: Well, what about you? You left.
Nala: I left to find assistance, and I institute *you*. Don't you understand? Y'all're our only promise.
Developed Simba: Sorry.
Nala: [near Scar] Simba, he let the hyenas take over the Pride Lands.
Developed Simba: What?
Nala: Everything'due south destroyed. In that location'due south no nutrient, no water. Simba, if yous don't exercise something presently, everyone will starve.
Adult Simba: I can't go back.
Nala: Why?
Developed Simba: You lot wouldn't empathize.
Nala: What wouldn't I sympathize?
Adult Simba: No, no, no. It doesn't matter. Hakuna Matata.
Nala: What?
Adult Simba: Hakuna Matata. It'due south something I learned out here.
Adult Simba: Nala? Is it really you?
Nala: Who are you?
Adult 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...
Developed Simba: How did you...
[Timon stood there surprised and speechless]
Adult Simba: Wow!
Nala: Where did you come from?
Developed Simba: This is gr... Information technology'south corking to see you!
Timon: Hey, what'south goin' on hither?
Developed Simba: What are you doing here?
Nala: What do you mean what am I doing here? What are you doing here?
Timon: Hey! What's goin' on here?
Adult Simba: Isn't this a great place?
Nala: It is beautiful. But I don't sympathize something. You've been alive all this fourth dimension. Why didn't you come dorsum to Pride Stone.
Adult Simba: Well, I simply needed to get out on my own, live my ain life. And I did, and it's great.
Nala: Expect till everyone finds out yous've been here all this time. And your mother, what will she recall?
Adult Simba: She doesn't have to know. Nobody has to know.
Nala: Of course they do. Everyone thinks you lot're dead.
Adult Simba: They practise.
Nala: Yeah. Scar told us virtually the stampede.
Adult Simba: He did? What else did he tell yous?
Nala: What else matters? You're alive. And that means, you're the male monarch.
Timon: King? Pbbfft. Lady, have yous got your lions crossed!
Scar: Simba. What have you lot done?
Young Simba: There were wildebeests, and he tried to relieve me. It was an blow. I didn't mean for it to happen.
Scar: Of course. Of course you didn't. No one ever means for these things to happen. Merely the king is dead. And if it weren't for you, he'd still be live.
Timon: [to Pumbaa] It's not gravel, it'southward grovel. And don't. He's not the king
[to Simba]
Timon: Are ya?
Developed Simba: No.
Nala: Simba.
Adult Simba: No, I'm not the king. Perchance I was gonna exist simply that was a long time ago.
Adult Simba: [about Mufasa] I hate to tell you this, but he died a long time ago.
Rafiki: Nope. Wrong again. Ha ha ha. He'south live. And I'll show him to you. You lot follow old Rafiki, he knows the fashion. Come on.
Zazu: [On Mufasa's Back] Oh look Sire. The herds are on the movement.
Mufasa: Yes...
Scar: [Worried and Desperate] Quick Mufasa! Stampede, in the gorge. Simba's downwards there!
Mufasa: Simba?
Zazu: As the male monarch's blood brother *you* should have been first in line.
Scar: Well, I was first in line, until the little hairball was born.
Mufasa: That "hairball" is my son and you're future king.
Scar: [Begins walking away] Oh, I shall practice my curtsey.
Mufasa: Don't turn your back on me, Scar.
Scar: Oh, no Mufasa. Possibly *you* shouldn't plough your dorsum on *me*.
Mufasa: [Roars angrily and runs in front of Scar's path] 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 king of beasts'southward share but when it comes to brute force. I'grand agape I'm at the shallow cease of the gene pool
Zazu: [to Mufasa; pointing at Simba, who is holding on to the branch of a dead tree in the middle of the stampede] There! There! On the tree!
Mufasa: Concord on, Simba!
[a wildebeet'due south horn hits the tree which begins to break]
Immature Simba: [wails] AAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!
[Mufasa jumps off the cliff and dives to Simba'due south rescue]
Zazu: [singing] If this is where the monarchy is headed/ count me out! Out of service, out of Africa/ I wouldn't hang virtually...
[the log that he is perched on goes over a water of psychedelic colors]
Zazu: Ahhh!
[Zazu manages to escape the costless-fall as he flies towards the camera]
Zazu: [singing crossly] This child is getting wildly OUT OF WIIIIIIIING!
Nala: We actually needed you lot at dwelling house.
Adult Simba: No 1 needs me.
Nala: Yep, we practise. You lot're the rex.
Developed Simba: Nala, we've been through this. I'thousand not the king. Scar is.
Scar: [to the hyenas as Simba was running away] Kill him.
Scar: [about the hyenas] They think I'1000 the Male monarch.
Nala: But we don't. Simba's the rightful King.
Adult Simba: The choice is yours, Scar. Either step downwardly or a fight.
Young Simba: [Simba is clinging on to a dead tree branch for dear life] Zazu, help me!
Zazu: Your father'south on the way! Hold on!
Young Simba: [scared] Bustle!
Timon: When the Earth turns its back on you lot, you plow your back on the World!
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