— But I thought a king can do whatever he wants.
— Oh, there's more to being king than getting your way all the time.
"Aww! We're gonna fight your uncle for this?"
"Yes, Timon. This is my home."
"Oh. Talk about your fixer-upper!"
If it's important to you, we're with you to the end.
He's holding back, he's hiding. But what, I can't decide. Why won't he be the king I know he is? The king I see inside?
You think you can just show up and tell me how to live my life? You don't even know what I've been through.
Everything the light touches is our kingdom.
— I ate like a pig.
— Pumbaa, you are a pig.
"Timon? Ever wonder what those sparkling dots are up there?"
"Pumbaa, I don't wonder, I know."
"Oh? What are they?"
"They're fireflies. Fireflies that got stuck up in that big bluish-black thing."
"Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away."
"Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas."
— 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.
— And this'll all be mine?
— Everything.
She's wrong. I can't go back. What would it prove, anyway? It won't change anything.
— Will you stop following me? Who are you?
— The question is, who are you?
— Don't turn your back on me, Scar.
— Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me.
Dad, come on. You got to get up. Dad? We got to go home.
Help! Somebody! Anybody. Help.
— I never get to go anywhere.
— Oh, young master, one day, you will be king. Then you can chase those slobbering, mangy, stupid poachers from dawn until dusk.
— One day, you two are going to be married.
— Yuck!
— Eww!
