— 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.
— What made you come back?
— I finally got some sense knocked into me, and I've got the bump to prove it.
She's wrong. I can't go back. What would it prove, anyway? It won't change anything.
— I'm starved.
— I'm so hungry I could eat a whole zebra.
— Ah. We're fresh out of zebra.
— Any antelope?
— Nuh-uh.
— Hippo?
— Nope. Listen, kid, if you live with us, you have to eat like us. Hey, this looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub.
— Eugh, what's that?
— A grub. What's it look like?
— Eugh! Gross.
— Mmm. Tastes like chicken.
— Slimy yet satisfying.
— These are rare delicacies. Mmm. Piquant, with a very pleasant crunch.
— You'll learn to love them.
— I'm telling you, kid, this is the great life, no rules, no responsibilities. Ooh, the little cream-filled kind.
— 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".
— I am a genius.
— Hey, genius, it was my idea.
— Yeah, but I pulled it off.
— With me!
— 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.