Shh. It's a secret. (leans towards Simba) Asante sana, squash banana, we we nugu mi mi apana!
Enough, already! What does that mean anyway?
It means you're a baboon. And I'm not! (chuckles)
Shh. It's a secret. (leans towards Simba) Asante sana, squash banana, we we nugu mi mi apana!
Enough, already! What does that mean anyway?
It means you're a baboon. And I'm not! (chuckles)
Going back means I'll have to face my past. I've been hiding from it for so long...
OW! Geez, what was that for?!
It doesn't matter! It's in the past! (chuckles)
Yeah, but it still hurts.
Oh, yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or... learn from it.
Aha! You see? So what are you going to do?
Well first, I'm gonna take your stick. (grabs Rafiki's stick)
Have you guys seen Simba?
I thought he was with you.
He was, but now I can't find him. Where is he?
Hoo-hoo-hoo! You won't find him here! Ha ha! The King has returned.
I don't believe it. He's gone back!
What?
Hey, what's going on here? Who's the monkey?!
Simba's gone back to challenge Scar!
Who?
Scar.
Who's got a scar?
No, no, no. It's his uncle.
The monkey's his uncle?!
No! Simba's gone back to challenge his uncle to take his place as king.
Ohhh.
To find Hakuna Matata, you must look beyond what you see.
Well, that's it. The big wrap-up. The happy ending. The grand finale.
It's over already?
Well, Pumbaa, that's the thing about endings. They come at the end.
Oh, can we watch it again?
Pumbaa, we just saw it. Maybe tomorrow.
Hey, what're you guys doin'? [notices the film and gasps] You didn't tell me you were watching the movie! I wanna watch, too!
Ma! We just finished! Show's over!
Well, you're just gonna hafta rewind it. [runs the film back]
Ma!
Uncle Max! We're gonna watch the movie!
Oh, no!
Hey, I brought extra butter!
Hey, you guys are watching the movie?
Any story worth telling is worth telling twice!
What the--?
Oh, excuse me.
Excuse me.
Get outta the way.
Who is this crowd? Hey! Down in front!
Gawrsh!
Aloha!
Watch it!
Okay, buddy. You win.
Sure you don't mind?
Hakuna matata.
Timon, I still don't do so well in crowds.
Hahuna Ma-what-a?
It means "no worries."
I see...
So, I told the boy: To find Hakuna Matata, you must look beyond what you see.
Ah, a metaphor.
Well, actually, it's not a... [Ma hits him in the head with his own stick] Ah!
You used a metaphor on Timon?! He takes things literally! That's it. He's starving out there. I just know it! Max! Timon's out there chasing metaphors. I've got to go find him!
Uncle Max: [from offscreen] Are you nuts?!
Nice to have a supportive family, isn't it? Well, here I go.
Remember, the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step.
Thanks. Here's my first step. [stomps on Rafiki's foot, and the scene cuts to Timon screaming]
OW!!!!!! [pauses; Pumbaa pulls one of three quills from his butt] Aye!!!
This bowling for porcupines [spits the first quill] wasn't the best idea, huh?
Yeah, it got to be right up there with bobbin' for snapping turtles. Ow-ah-ahaha!!
That's going to leave a mark. [spits the second quill] Look, Timon. Buzzards! What do you say? One more round?
Sure. There must be some part of me we haven't injured yet.
Please? Please, please, please, please, please?
No, Pumbaa. I'm beat. You go ahead. I'm calling it a day. [leaves while pulling out the last quill from his butt]
But it's no fun alone. [whimpers in sadness before Timon jumps on his back]
Why not? One more run won't change our lives!
Don, the man has a legitimate problem. How's he supposed to keep drug dealers out of his school if their buddies can just push open the exit doors and let 'em walk on in?
He's got a point, sir.
Rosenberg, this doesn't concern you.
Dr. Frank Napier(holding the newspaper): You see this yet?
You know all your shit comes down on my head.
Oh Frank, look-
No, let me talk. It's like you're a big bird with radar, and I'm tired of getting hit!
Is this my fault?
This is nothing! I've got Union Lawyers threatening me, and there's talk of a walkout.
Well let 'em! They're not teaching down there anyway!
Then it's your job not-
None of them has a personal stake in that school Frank, not one.
The Fire Chief was just here, he says it's illegal to bar those doors. Mrs. Barrett is organizing a parent's group to try to get you removed, since you insulted them at that meeting the other night when you suggested that they "get off welfare".
Oh, I just-
Cause the fact is quite a few of them need it.
I wasn't talking to all of them, Frank. Now look, you came and recruited me, man. You disappoint me brother, you disappoint me.
The disappointment here is you!
Me?!
Yes!
Look, you know who I am. You know me 30 years, you knew what I would do! You know how I'm ready.
Quiet! The fact is you're screwing up. You're alienating everybody! Look at you; you have no life, your wife left you! I oughta walk out on you myself!
Well, go ahead! Bail the hell on out!
But I said I would back you up!
That's what you said, Frank! That's what you said!
Brother, I will go through the... fire with you! But you are not taking care of business! This shit you're pulling now, is just gone plain loco! And you suspend Darnell, what the hell was that?
Darnell is symptomatic of the disciplinary problems that we have in this entire-
He is a good, strong, young black teacher! So, he, dumped that desk right on top of your head, well right on! Good for him! You will reinstate that man, you hear? [Clark waves his hand in acknowledgment.] And then you fire Mrs. Elliot, why?! Because she didn't want to kiss your ass, well I wouldn't either, how about that?!
Mrs. Elliot has an ego problem!
Yeah, well, you lost the best teacher we had. We couldn't get her back now if we wanted to.
I don't have time for Mrs. Elliott's problem!
You better make time!
We are being crucified by a process that is turning blacks into a permanent underclass here, Frank. A permanent underclass!
No-oh, see? Nobody wants to talk about that. Nobody! Mrs. Elliott's missionary zeal about Mozart has nothing to do with our problem. Nothing! What good is Mozart going to do a bunch of children who can't go out and get a job?!
Joe, your personal battles are gonna cost us the war. Worry about the test scores.
What the hell you think I'm worried about, Frank?!
End of discussion! Debate is over; you will write a formal apology!
I will what?!
A formal apology! For your treatment of Mrs. Elliott and Darnell and for your vicious and thoughtless insults to the women of this community! You will kowtow, you will step and fetch!
Frank, if you think-
Get used to it, it's the way of the world! If you're so hot on discipline, then goddamn it... [Slams a fist on his briefcase] start by accepting mine. Because contrary to popular opinion, I'm the head **** in charge! [Savagely grabs his briefcase and heads for the door, then turns back to a speechless Clark] Come on, let's get something to eat.
You really think you're bad, don't you?
Don't talk to me about saving those kids. The mayor wants to save his budget. And you wanna save your ass!
Well, so what? You want the truth?
Yeah, Frank. Let's have some truth.
The truth is that for all your talking, all your 'Crazy Joe' routine, what have you ever done? Nothing. You're nothing but an insignificant man. It's like you were never born. Your life hasn't made one bit of difference, and neither has mine. Wanna take that to the grave?