She's wrong. I can't go back. What would it prove, anyway? It won't change anything.
Dad, come on. You got to get up. Dad? We got to go home.
Help! Somebody! Anybody. Help.
— I can't marry her. She's my friend.
— Yeah, it'd be so weird.
— Sorry to bust your bubble, but you two turtle doves have no choice. It's a tradition going back generations.
— Look, kid, bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it, right?
— Right.
— Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.
— Well, that's not what I was taught.
— Then maybe you need a new lesson. Repeat after me. Ahem. Hakuna matata.
— What?
— Hakuna matata. It means "no worries".
— He's alive, and I'll show him to you. You follow old Rafiki. He knows the way. Come on! <...> Look down there.
— That's not my father. That's just my reflection.
— No. Look harder. You see? He lives in you.
— Hey, Uncle Scar. When I'm king, what'll that make you?
— A monkey's uncle.
— I am a genius.
— Hey, genius, it was my idea.
— Yeah, but I pulled it off.
— With me!
— What made you come back?
— I finally got some sense knocked into me, and I've got the bump to prove it.