The Lion King

The Lion King quotes

59 total quotes (ID: 345)

Cast (voices)
Mufasa
Nala
Sarabi
Scar
Simba


Simba: Going back means I'll have to face my past. I've been hiding from it for so long...
(Rafiki whacks Simba on the head with his stick)
Simba: OW! Geez, what was that for?!
Rafiki: It doesn't matter! It's in the past! (chuckles)
Simba: Yeah, but it still hurts.
Rafiki: Oh, yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or... learn from it.
(Rafiki swings his stick, but Simba ducks)
Rafiki: Aha! You see? So what are you going to do?
Simba: Well first, I'm gonna take your stick. (grabs Rafiki's stick)


Timon: (talking about Simba) Gee. He looks blue.
Pumbaa: I'd say brownish-gold.
Timon: No, no, no, I mean he's depressed.
Pumbaa: Oh. (talking to Simba) Hey kid, what's eatin' ya?
Timon: Nothing; he's at the top of the food chain! (laughs hysterically) The food chain! (sees no reaction from Pumbaa or Simba) So... where're ya from?
Simba: Who cares? I can't go back.
Timon: Aaaaaah, you're an outcast. That's great, so are we!
Pumbaa: What did you do, kid?
Simba: Something terrible. I don't want to talk about it.
Timon: Good, we don't wanna hear about it!
Pumbaa: Come on, Timon. (to Simba) Anything we can do?
Simba: Not unless you can change the past.
Pumbaa: (trying to cheer him up) Kid, at times like this, my buddy Timon here says "You gotta put your behind in your past!"--
Timon: No, no no!
Pumbaa: I mean--
Timon: Amateur. Lie down, before you hurt yourself. (to Simba) It's "You gotta put your past behind you." Look, kid, bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it, right?
Simba: Right.
Timon: WRONG! "When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world!"
Simba: Well, that's not what I was taught.
Timon: Then maybe you need a new lesson...

Mufasa: Scar!
Scar: Why if it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.
Mufasa: Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba.
Scar: That was today? Oh, I feel simply awful. (scratches claws against a rock like nails on a chalkboard, irritating Zazu) Must've slipped my mind.
Zazu: Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother, you should have been first in line!
Scar: I was first in line. Until the little hairball was born.
Mufasa: That hairball is my son and your future king.
Scar (sarcastically): Oh, I shall practice my curtsy. (turns to leave)
Mufasa: (becoming angry) Don't turn your back on me, Scar.
Scar: Oh no, Mufasa. Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me.
(Mufasa roars and leaps in front of Scar)
Mufasa: Is that a challenge?!
Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you.
Zazu: Pity. Why not?
Scar: Well, as far as brains go, I've got the lion's share. But when it comes to brute strength... I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool. (skulks away)
Zazu: (to Mufasa) There's one in every family, sire - two in mine, actually - and they always manage to ruin special occassions.
Mufasa: What am I going to do with him?
Zazu: He'd make a very handsome throw rug.
Mufasa: (grinning) Zazu!
Zazu: And just think! Whenever he gets dirty, you could take him out and beat him.
Mufasa: (laughs)

Scar: Why, Simba! I'm a little surprised to see you... (threatening glance at the hyenas) alive.
Simba: Give me one reason why I shouldn't rip you apart.
Scar: Simba, you must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom--
Simba: --are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.
Scar: Oh, of course, I would, naturally. But there's one little problem. You see them? (indicates the large group of hyenas) They think I'm king.
Nala: (leading a group of lionesses] Well we don't. Simba's the rightful king.
Simba: The choice is yours, Scar: either step down, or fight.
Scar: Oh, must this all end in violence? I'd hate to be responsible for the death of a family member. Wouldn't you agree, Simba?
Simba: That's not going to work, Scar. I've put it behind me.
Scar: But what about your faithful subjects? Have they put it behind them?
Nala: Simba, what is he talking about?
Scar: [grins] Ah, so you haven't told them your little secret. Well, Simba, now's your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's death!
Simba: (Pauses) I am.
Sarabi: It's not true. Tell me it's not true!
Simba: It's true.
Scar: You see, he admits it! Murderer!
Simba: No, it was an accident!
Scar: If it weren't for you, Mufasa would still be alive! It's your fault he's dead! Do you deny it?
Simba: No.
Scar: Then you're guilty!
Simba: No, I'm not a murderer!
Scar: (Backing Simba towards the edge of a cliff) Oh, Simba, you're in trouble again. But this time, Daddy isn't here to save you. And now everyone knows why!
(Simba falls off cliff, barely holding on by his front paws)
Scar: Now this looks familiar. Hmmmm, where have I seen this before? Let me think... Oh, yes, I remember! This is just the way your father looked before he died. (Grabs Simba's paws) And here's my little secret... (Whispers) I killed Mufasa.
Simba: (Leaps back onto Pride Rock, tackling Scar) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MURDERER!!
Scar: No, Simba, please!
Simba: Tell them the truth.
Scar: Truth? But, truth is in the eye of the behol-- (Simba begins applying pressure to Scar's neck) Alright. Alright! (Whispers) I did it.
Simba: So they can hear you.
Scar: I KILLED MUFASA!!!


Nala: Have you guys seen Simba?
Timon: I thought he was with you.
Nala: He was, but now I can't find him. Where is he?
(Rafiki appears, laughing in a tree)
Rafiki: Hoo-hoo-hoo! You won't find him here! Ha ha! The King has returned.
Nala: I don't believe it. He's gone back!
Timon: What?
(He looks up to see that Rafiki has disappeared)
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. 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.
Timon and Pumbaa: Ohhh.

(just before throwing Mufasa into the stampede) Long live the King.

(the hyenas confront Simba, Nala and Zazu, who have wandered into the elephant graveyard)
Shenzi: Well, well, well, Banzai, what have we got here?
Banzai: Mmm...I don't know, Shenzi. Uh, what do you think, Ed?
Ed: (crazy laughter)
Banzai: Just what I was thinkin'. A trio of trespassers!
Zazu: And quite by accident, let me assure you. A simple navigational error.
(Zazu turns to leave but is stopped by Shenzi)
Shenzi: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait. I know you. You're Mufasa's little stooge.
Zazu: I, madam, am the king's Majordomo.
Banzai: (to Simba) And that would make you...
Simba: Future king!
Shenzi: Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom?
Simba: Puh. You can't do anything to me.
Zazu: (nervous) Technically, they can. We are on their land.
Simba: But Zazu, you told me they're nothing but slobbering, mangy, stupid poachers!
Zazu: Ix-nay on the upid-stay...
(Banzai angrily interrupts)
Banzai: Who you callin' "upid-stay?!"
Zazu: (tries to hurry Simba and Nala away) My, my! Look at the sun, it's time to go!
Shenzi: (gets in their way) What's the hurry? We'd love you to stick around for dinner.
Banzai: Yeah, we could have whatever's "lion" around!
(The hyenas laugh)
Shenzi: Ohh, wait, wait, wait, I got one, I got one! Make mine a "cub" sandwich!
(Ed makes noises and points to where Simba, Nala and Zazu were)
Shenzi: What, Ed? What is it?
Banzai: Hey, did we order this dinner to go?
Shenzi: No. Why?
Banzai: 'Cause THERE IT GOES!!!
(they turn to see Simba, Nala and Zazu fleeing)

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. Adieu.

Mufasa's Ghost: Simba, you have forgotten me.
Simba: No, how could I?
Mufasa: You have forgotten who you are, and so 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 to be.
Mufasa: Remember who you are. You are my son, and the one true King.

(Simba and the others are blocked by a huge pack of hyenas)
Timon: Hyenas... I hate hyenas... (to Simba) So what's your plan on slipping past those guys?
Simba: Live bait.
Timon: Good idea. (realises) Hey!
Simba: Come on, Timon. You guys have to create a diversion.
Timon: What do you want me to do? Dress in drag and do the hula?!
(Drumbeats)
Timon: Luau! (singing) If you're hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat, eat my buddy Pumbaa here because he is a treat! Come on down and dine on this tasty swine, all you have to do is get in line! Are ya achin'...
Pumbaa: Yep, yep, yep!
Timon: ...for some bacon?
Pumbaa: Yep, yep, yep!
Timon: He's a big pig!
Pumbaa: Yep yep!
Timon: You could be a big pig too! Oy!
(Timon and Pumbaa scream and run off, chased by the hyenas)

Run away Simba...Run. Run away and never return.

I'm surrounded by idiots.

Banzai: (to Scar) We got a bone to pick with you!
Shenzi: [to Banzai] I'll handle this. (to Scar) Scar, there's no food and no water--
Banzai: Yeah, it's dinner time, and we ain't got no stinkin' entrees!
Scar: [exasperated] It's the lionesses' job to do the hunting...
Banzai: But they won't go hunt.
Scar: Oh... eat Zazu.
Zazu: Oh, you wouldn't want me! I'd be so tough and gamey and... eww...
Scar: Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All you need is a little garnish.
Banzai: (aside, to Shenzi) I thought things were bad under Mufasa.
Scar: (suddenly angry) What did you say?!
Banzai: I said Muf... (Shenzi nudges him) I said, uh... "Qu? pasa?"
Scar: Good. Now get out!
Banzai: Yeah but, we're still hungry.
Scar: (yelling) Out!
(The hyenas quickly flee the cave)

I killed Mufasa!

(Simba burps off-screen)
Timon: Whoa! Nice one, Simba.
Simba: Thanks. Man, I'm stuffed.
Pumbaa: Me too. I ate like a pig!
Simba: Pumbaa, you are a pig.
Pumbaa: Oh. Right. (all three sigh loudly) 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. Fireflies that, uh... got stuck up in that big 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.