Your son's awake.

Gee, he looks blue.

What am I going to do with him?

Danger? Ha! I walk on the wild side.

I'm telling you, kid, this is the great life. No rules, no responsibilities...

'Somebody once told me that the great kings of the past are up there, watching over us.' 'Really?'

'Simba, I'm kinda in the middle of a bath.' 'And it's time for yours.'

What made you come back?

'Well, I was first in line, until the little hairball was born.' 'That hairball is my son. And *your* future king.'

The little majordomo bird, hippity-hop, all the way to the birdie boiler.

Life's not fair, is it? You see, I... well, I shall never be king. And you... shall never see the light of another day. Hmm-hmm-hmm, adieu.

As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.

Oh yes, the past can hurt.

'Asante sana Squash banana, Wiwi nugu Mi mi apana!' 'Enough already! What's that supposed to mean, anyway?'

You run along now, and have fun. And remember...

Kid, what's eatin' ya?

Scar! Brother, help me!

And now here's *my* little secret...

The sweet caress of twilight, there's magic everywhere. And with all this romantic atmosphere,

But Zazu, you told me they are nothing but slobbery, mangy stupid poachers.

What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?

Hey Uncle Scar, when I'm king, what'll that make you?

It's a small world after all...

Let me get this straight. You know her. She knows you. But she wants to eat him. And everybody's okay with this?

They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing.