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

Simba: I'm going to be King of Pride Rock.
Scar: Oh Goodee.
Simba: My dad just showed me the whole kingdom. And I'm gonna rule it all. Heheh.
Scar: Yes, well forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know.
Simba: Hey Uncle Scar, when I'm King, what'll that make you?
Scar: A monkey's uncle.
Simba: You're so weird.
Scar: You have no idea.

Timon: Let me get this straight. You know her, and she knows you, but she wants to eat him. And everyone's okay with that? DID I MISS SOMETHING?

Zazu: Lemme out! Lemme out!
Timon: Lemme in! Lemme in!

Timon: Hey, what's going on here? Who's the monkey!?
Nala: Simba's gone back to challenge Scar.
Timon: Who?
Nala: Scar.
Pumbaa: Who's got a scar?
Nala: No no no no, it's his uncle.
Timon: The monkey's his uncle?
Nala: NO! Simba's gone back to challenge his uncle to take his place as King.

Pumbaa: They call me "Mister Pig"!

Timon: We're gonna fight your uncle... for this?
Simba: Yes, Timon. This is my home.
Timon: Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper.

[Simba looks into a pool of water.]
Simba: That's not my father, that's just my reflection
Rafiki: No, look harder.
[Simba's reflection changes to that of his father.]
Rafiki: You see? He lives in you!
Mufasa's ghost: Simba.
Simba: Father?!
Mufasa's ghost: Simba, you have forgotten me.
Simba: No! How could I?
Mufasa's ghost: 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.
Simba: How can I go back!? I'm not who I used be!
Mufasa's ghost: Remember who you are. You are my son and the one true king. Remember...

Simba: We'll always be together, right?
Mufasa: Simba, let me tell you something my father told me. Look at the stars, the great kings of the past are up there, watching over us.
Simba: Really?
Mufasa: Yes. So whenever you feel alone just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you and so will I.

[Woken by Simba]
Sarabi: Mmm, our son is up early.
Mufasa: Before sunrise he's YOUR son.

Pumbaa: Timon, ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there?
Timon: Pumbaa, I don't wonder; I know.
Pumbaa: Oh. What are they?
Timon: They're fireflies that got stuck up in that bluish-black thing.
Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
Timon: Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas.

Timon: Gee. He looks blue.
Pumbaa: I'd say brownish-gold.
Timon: No, I mean he's depressed.
Pumbaa: Oh.

Zazu: Checking in with the morning report.
Mufasa: Fire away.
Zazu: Well the buzz from the bees is that the leopards are in a bit of a spot. The baboons are going ape. I told the elephants to forget it, but they can't. The cheetahs are hard up, but I told them - cheaters never prosper.

Mufasa: Our times as a ruler rises and falls like the sun. The sun will set on my time here and will rise with you as the new king.

Mufasa: Look, Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom.
Simba: Whoa...
Mufasa: 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.
Simba: And this'll all be mine?
Mufasa: Everything...
Simba: Everything the light touches...

Pumbaa: What's eatin' you kid?
Timon: Nothing, he's at the top of the food chain.

Nala: What's happened to you? You're not the Simba I remember.
Simba: You're right, I'm not. Now are you satisfied?
Nala: No, just dissapointed.
Simba: You know you're starting to sound like my father.
Nala: Good! At least one of us does.

Scar: Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know.

Simba: You're so weird.
Scar: You have no idea.

[Rafiki hits Simba on the head]
Simba: What was that for?
Rafiki: It doesn't matter, it's in the past.
Simba: Yeah, but it still hurts.
Rafiki: Yes, the past can hurt, but the way I see it, you either run from it, or learn from it.
[swings his stick at Simba again who ducks out of the way]
Rafiki: Ah! You See? So what are you going to do?

[Eating a grub from a rotten log]
Pumbaa: Slimy ... yet satisfying.

Pumbaa: It's our motto.
Simba: What's a motto?
Timon: Nothing. What's a motto with you?

Mufasa: Look, Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom.
Simba: Whoa...
Mufasa: 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.
Simba: And this'll all be mine?
Mufasa: Everything.
Simba: Everything the light touches...

Simba: What's that?
Timon: A grub. What's it look like?
Simba: Ewwwww, gross.
Timon: Tastes like chicken.