Zazu: Lemme out! Lemme out! Timon: Lemme in! Lemme in!
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's got a scar? Nala: No 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: Ohhh.
Pumbaa: They call me "Mister Pig"!
Timon: We're gonna fight your uncle... for this? Simba: Yes, Timon. This is my home.
Timon: Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper.
Simba: That's not my father, that's just my reflection Rafiki: No, look harder. [Simba's
reflection changes to that of his father.] Rafiki: You see? He lives in you! Mufasa's ghost: Simba. Simba: Father?! Mufasa's
ghost: Simba, you have forgotten me. Simba: No! How could I? Mufasa's ghost: You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten
me. Look inside yourself Simba. You are more than what you have become. You must take your place in the circle of life. Simba:
How can I go back!? I'm not who I used be! Mufasa's ghost: Remember who you are. You are my son and the one true king. Remember...
Simba: We'll always be together, right? Mufasa: Simba, let me tell you something my father told me. Look at the stars,
the great kings of the past are up there, watching over us. Simba: Really? Mufasa: Yes. So whenever you feel alone just remember
that those kings will always be there to guide you and so will I.
[Woken by Simba] Sarabi: Mmm, our son is up early.
Mufasa: Before sunrise he's YOUR son.
Pumbaa: 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 that got stuck up in that bluish-black thing.
Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away. Timon: Pumbaa, with you, everything's
gas.
Timon: Gee. He looks blue. Pumbaa: I'd say brownish-gold. Timon: No, I mean he's depressed. Pumbaa: Oh.
Zazoo:
Checking in with the morning report. Mufasa: Fire away. Zazoo: Well the buzz from the bees is that the leopards are in a bit
of a spot. The baboons are going ape.
Mufasa: Our times as a ruler rises and falls like the sun. The sun will set
on my time here and will rise with you as the new king.
Pumba: What's eatin' you kid? Timon: Nothing, he's at the
top of the food chain.
Nala: What's happened to you? You're not the Simba I remember. Simba: You're right, I'm not.
Now are you satisfied? Nala: No, just dissapointed. Simba: You know you're starting to sound like my father. Nala: Good! At
least one of us does.
Mufasa: Look, Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom. Simba: Whoa... Mufasa: A king's
time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day Simba, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the
new king. Simba: And this'll all be mine? Mufasa: Everything. Simba: Everything the light touches...
Timon: What do you want me to do? Dress in drag and do the hula?
