— I know what I have to do, but going back means I'll have to face my past. I've been running from it for so long.
[Rafiki hits Simba on the head]
— Ow! Jeez! What was that for?
— It doesn't matter. It's in the past.
— Yeah, but it still hurts.
— Oh, yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it you can either run from it or learn from it.
— We're pals, right?
— Right.
— And we'll always be together, right?
— Simba, let me tell you something that my father told me. Look at the stars. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars. So whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you. And so will I.
— Hey, Uncle Scar. When I'm king, what'll that make you?
— A monkey's uncle.
— Simba, you have forgotten me.
— No. How could I?
— 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.
— How can I go back? I'm not who I used to be.
— Remember who you are. You are my son and the one true king. Remember who you are. Remember.
— Uncle Scar! My dad just showed me the whole kingdom, and I'm gonna rule it all!
— Yes? Well, forgive me for not leaping forjoy. Bad back, you know.
— Come on, Timon. You guys have to create a diversion.
— What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?
— I think you're a little confused.
— Wrong! I'm not the one who's confused. You don't even know who you are.
— Oh, and I suppose you know.
— Sure do. You're Mufasa's boy.
— What'd you do, kid?
— Something terrible. But I don't want to talk about it...
— We don't want to hear about it!