Pumbaa quotes from The Lion King (2019)
Played by Seth Rogen
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[Simba, Pumbaa, Timon, Zazu, and Nala make it to the Pride Lands]
Timon: [about the hyenas] What's your plan for getting us past the slobbering guards?
Simba: Live bait. [he, Nala, Zazu, and Timon look at Pumbaa]
Pumbaa: That's a great idea. Those guys could never resist fresh meat! So all we need to do is find something that's like big, plump, and juicy... maybe like a gnu?
[They all continue to stare blankly at Pumbaa]
Pumbaa: Why's everyone looking at me?
[Shenzi's clan of hyenas are paying attention to Timon. Pumbaa is set up like a roast pig]
Timon: O chère, mademoiselle. It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we proudly present your dinner! Be... our-- [screams]
[Timon and Pumbaa flee before the clan of hyenas]
Timon: It's working, Pumbaa!
Timon: [about the hyenas] What's your plan for getting us past the slobbering guards?
Simba: Live bait. [he, Nala, Zazu, and Timon look at Pumbaa]
Pumbaa: That's a great idea. Those guys could never resist fresh meat! So all we need to do is find something that's like big, plump, and juicy... maybe like a gnu?
[They all continue to stare blankly at Pumbaa]
Pumbaa: Why's everyone looking at me?
[Shenzi's clan of hyenas are paying attention to Timon. Pumbaa is set up like a roast pig]
Timon: O chère, mademoiselle. It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we proudly present your dinner! Be... our-- [screams]
[Timon and Pumbaa flee before the clan of hyenas]
Timon: It's working, Pumbaa!
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Timon: Pumbaa, I think we lost them.
Pumbaa: That was terrifying. [Shenzi's clan of hyenas peer close, emerging behind them] Do you hear a low growl?
Hyena: Looks like we'll be having pig for dinner, plump and chubby.
Pumbaa: [offended] "Chubby"? Did he just call me "chubby"?
Timon: Uh-oh. [runs behind a rock]
Pumbaa: It sounded a lot like he just said "chubby." Which would be a mistake, because I will not be made to feel ashamed of who I am!
Timon: Oh, boy.
Pumbaa: I may run from hyenas, but I will always fight a bully! [charges and drives the hyenas off]
Timon: Do you feel better, Pumbaa?
Pumbaa: I do.
Timon: You got that out of your system?
Pumbaa: I did.
Pumbaa: That was terrifying. [Shenzi's clan of hyenas peer close, emerging behind them] Do you hear a low growl?
Hyena: Looks like we'll be having pig for dinner, plump and chubby.
Pumbaa: [offended] "Chubby"? Did he just call me "chubby"?
Timon: Uh-oh. [runs behind a rock]
Pumbaa: It sounded a lot like he just said "chubby." Which would be a mistake, because I will not be made to feel ashamed of who I am!
Timon: Oh, boy.
Pumbaa: I may run from hyenas, but I will always fight a bully! [charges and drives the hyenas off]
Timon: Do you feel better, Pumbaa?
Pumbaa: I do.
Timon: You got that out of your system?
Pumbaa: I did.
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[As the buzzards are about to devour the laid Simba, one sees Pumbaa running and screaming into the scene to scare them off.]
Pumbaa: I missed 'em! I'm gonna get one of those vultures one day. I'm gonna get one!
Timon: I don't know why it's so important to you.
Pumbaa: I just feel like it would make me feel better. [spots Simba] Oh, no. It's a little lion!
Timon: That is not a lion.
Pumbaa: Well then, go check it out. What is it?
Timon: That is not a lion, it's a furry bird!
Pumbaa: It looks like a lion!
Timon: That's not a lion. Let me get a closer look. Excuse me. All right, let me see what we're dealing with here. [ Timon looks and draws at Simba's lips exposing the cub's teeth, alarmed. He leaps up in fright.] IT'S A LION! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, PUMBAA!
Pumbaa: Wait! Hey, Timon. Wait, Timon, wait! It's a little lion!
Timon: [hides behind the rock] It gets bigger.
Pumbaa: Can we keep him? Can we please keep him? Oh, oh, okay. I promise I'll walk him every day! If he makes a little mess, I'll clean it up.
Timon: You'll be his little mess! He's gonna eat you and then use my body as a toothpick!
Pumbaa: But one day, when he's big and strong, he'll be on our side!
Timon: I've got it. What if he's on our side? Hear me out! Having a ferocious lion around might not be such a bad idea!
Pumbaa: Well then, can we keep him?
Timon: Yes, of course we can keep him! My God, who is the brains of this operation?
Pumbaa: We're gonna name him Fred!
Pumbaa: I missed 'em! I'm gonna get one of those vultures one day. I'm gonna get one!
Timon: I don't know why it's so important to you.
Pumbaa: I just feel like it would make me feel better. [spots Simba] Oh, no. It's a little lion!
Timon: That is not a lion.
Pumbaa: Well then, go check it out. What is it?
Timon: That is not a lion, it's a furry bird!
Pumbaa: It looks like a lion!
Timon: That's not a lion. Let me get a closer look. Excuse me. All right, let me see what we're dealing with here. [ Timon looks and draws at Simba's lips exposing the cub's teeth, alarmed. He leaps up in fright.] IT'S A LION! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, PUMBAA!
Pumbaa: Wait! Hey, Timon. Wait, Timon, wait! It's a little lion!
Timon: [hides behind the rock] It gets bigger.
Pumbaa: Can we keep him? Can we please keep him? Oh, oh, okay. I promise I'll walk him every day! If he makes a little mess, I'll clean it up.
Timon: You'll be his little mess! He's gonna eat you and then use my body as a toothpick!
Pumbaa: But one day, when he's big and strong, he'll be on our side!
Timon: I've got it. What if he's on our side? Hear me out! Having a ferocious lion around might not be such a bad idea!
Pumbaa: Well then, can we keep him?
Timon: Yes, of course we can keep him! My God, who is the brains of this operation?
Pumbaa: We're gonna name him Fred!
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Timon: Everyone, this is Simba.
[Some guineafowl stare at Simba as he passes.]
Guineafowl: That, my friend, is a lion.
[A bushbaby emerges from behind a log.]
Bushbaby': What about food? Have you thought about feeding that thing?
[Simba skips along next to Timon and Pumbaa.]
Simba: Yeah, I'm starved. I could eat a whole zebra.
Antelope: *gasps*
Bat-Eared fox: Here we go.
Timon: Uh, no, no, no, kid, we're fresh out of zebra.
Simba: Any antelope?
[A trio of antelope stare at Simba worriedly.]
Antelope: Uh-oh.
Timon: No. Listen, kid, if you want to live with us, you have to eat like us.
[An elephant shrew emerges from some grass. He runs alongside Simba.]
Elephant shrew: And most importantly, [The elephant shrew pauses, yelling after Simba.] not eat us.
[Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa approach a log.]
Timon: This looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub.
[The other animals follow Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa. Pumbaa breaks the log open,CRASH!!! revealing grubs inside.]
Elephant shrew: Yeah!
Bat-Eared fox: Perfect!
Bushbaby: Step aside, fellas.
[The animals crowd around the log and begin to feast on the grubs.]
Simba: Ugh. What's that?
Guineafowl: Ooh. Too chewey.
[The elephant shrew holds up a grub.]
Elephant shrew: This one's got some nuttiness.
Timon: Mmm. Now, that's what I call umami.
[Pumbaa slurps up a grub.]
Pumbaa: Slimy, yet satisfying.
Timon: Mmm. Extra crunchy.
Pumbaa: They're local.
Timon: Yeah. Oh, are they?
Pumbaa: They're from [Pumbaa points with his head.] right there.
[Timon turns to face Simba.]
Timon: I'm telling ya, kid, this is the great life. [Timon turns back to the grubs.] No rules. No responsibilities. Ooh. [Timon grabs a caterpillar and massages it with his paws.] The little cream-filled kind. I love these.
Pumbaa: Those are good.
Timon: I love these.
Pumbaa: Those are the best.
Bushbaby: Can I have the head?
[Timon turns to face Simba.]
Timon: Well, kid?
[Simba slinks toward the insects and grubs cautiously.]
Simba: Oh, well. Hakuna Matata. [Simba eats the caterpillar.] Slimy, [Simba licks his lips.] yet...satisfying!
Timon: That's it!
Pumbaa: We didn't lie.
Animals: *chuckle*
[Simba begins to feast alongside the other wild animals.]
Guinea fowl: Egg sac! I got an egg sac!
[Some guineafowl stare at Simba as he passes.]
Guineafowl: That, my friend, is a lion.
[A bushbaby emerges from behind a log.]
Bushbaby': What about food? Have you thought about feeding that thing?
[Simba skips along next to Timon and Pumbaa.]
Simba: Yeah, I'm starved. I could eat a whole zebra.
Antelope: *gasps*
Bat-Eared fox: Here we go.
Timon: Uh, no, no, no, kid, we're fresh out of zebra.
Simba: Any antelope?
[A trio of antelope stare at Simba worriedly.]
Antelope: Uh-oh.
Timon: No. Listen, kid, if you want to live with us, you have to eat like us.
[An elephant shrew emerges from some grass. He runs alongside Simba.]
Elephant shrew: And most importantly, [The elephant shrew pauses, yelling after Simba.] not eat us.
[Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa approach a log.]
Timon: This looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub.
[The other animals follow Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa. Pumbaa breaks the log open,CRASH!!! revealing grubs inside.]
Elephant shrew: Yeah!
Bat-Eared fox: Perfect!
Bushbaby: Step aside, fellas.
[The animals crowd around the log and begin to feast on the grubs.]
Simba: Ugh. What's that?
Guineafowl: Ooh. Too chewey.
[The elephant shrew holds up a grub.]
Elephant shrew: This one's got some nuttiness.
Timon: Mmm. Now, that's what I call umami.
[Pumbaa slurps up a grub.]
Pumbaa: Slimy, yet satisfying.
Timon: Mmm. Extra crunchy.
Pumbaa: They're local.
Timon: Yeah. Oh, are they?
Pumbaa: They're from [Pumbaa points with his head.] right there.
[Timon turns to face Simba.]
Timon: I'm telling ya, kid, this is the great life. [Timon turns back to the grubs.] No rules. No responsibilities. Ooh. [Timon grabs a caterpillar and massages it with his paws.] The little cream-filled kind. I love these.
Pumbaa: Those are good.
Timon: I love these.
Pumbaa: Those are the best.
Bushbaby: Can I have the head?
[Timon turns to face Simba.]
Timon: Well, kid?
[Simba slinks toward the insects and grubs cautiously.]
Simba: Oh, well. Hakuna Matata. [Simba eats the caterpillar.] Slimy, [Simba licks his lips.] yet...satisfying!
Timon: That's it!
Pumbaa: We didn't lie.
Animals: *chuckle*
[Simba begins to feast alongside the other wild animals.]
Guinea fowl: Egg sac! I got an egg sac!
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Simba: What's up with that guy?
Timon: Um, Simba... How can I say this? He's prey.
Pumbaa: Yeah.
Timon: And he is never gonna want to frolic with a carnivore.
Pumbaa: No. You two will never frolic.
Simba: Why not?
Timon: [sighs] You see, in nature, there's a delicate balance.
Simba: Oh, yeah. The Circle of Life. I know that.
Pumbaa: Whoa!
Timon: No, no, no, no. I don't know where you're getting "circle" from.
Pumbaa: No, yeah. There's no Circle of Life.
Timon: No, it's no circle.
Pumbaa: No, not at all.
Timon: In fact, it's the opposite.
Pumbaa: Yeah.
Timon: It's a line.
Pumbaa: Yeah.
Timon: It's a meaningless life of indifference.
Pumbaa: And we are all just running towards the end of the line. And then, one day, we will reach the end, and that will be it.
Timon: That's it.
Pumbaa: Line over.
Timon: Nothing.
Pumbaa: Nada. And you can really just kinda do your own thing...
Elephant shrew: [Simba paws at the termite mound; termites fly free] Woo-hoo!
Pumbaa: ...and fend for yourself 'cause your line doesn't affect anyone else's lines.
Timon: You're alive, and then, you're not. Like this guy. [eats a termite] Mmm.
Simba: You sure it's not circle? That we're all connected?
Pumbaa: A circle would mean we're all this. That would mean what I do affects him, affects that thing...
Timon: Yeah. No.
Pumbaa: ...affects that thing...
Timon: That's not how it goes.
Pumbaa: ...which would make doing whatever we wanted not that cool.
Timon: Let me simplify this for you. Life is meaningless.
Pumbaa: Yes. That's why you just gotta look out for yourself. That's why you do you, Simba.
Timon: Yeah, Simba, for the first time, we're entrusting you to make a plan for us today.
Pumbaa: This is so important. Just think about all you have been taught.
Timon: What do you wanna do?
Simba: Absolutely... [brings his weight down on the termite mound] nothing. [the termite mound breaks in half, spilling termites everywhere]
Pumbaa: Exactly!
Timon: Woo-hoo!
Pumbaa: He gets it.
[The jungle animals feast on the termites]
Guinea fowl: [screams happily] Jackpot!
Bush baby: Out of my way. Out of my way.
Elephant shrew: Crunchy!
Bat-eared fox: All right. It’s time to eat.
Timon: Um, Simba... How can I say this? He's prey.
Pumbaa: Yeah.
Timon: And he is never gonna want to frolic with a carnivore.
Pumbaa: No. You two will never frolic.
Simba: Why not?
Timon: [sighs] You see, in nature, there's a delicate balance.
Simba: Oh, yeah. The Circle of Life. I know that.
Pumbaa: Whoa!
Timon: No, no, no, no. I don't know where you're getting "circle" from.
Pumbaa: No, yeah. There's no Circle of Life.
Timon: No, it's no circle.
Pumbaa: No, not at all.
Timon: In fact, it's the opposite.
Pumbaa: Yeah.
Timon: It's a line.
Pumbaa: Yeah.
Timon: It's a meaningless life of indifference.
Pumbaa: And we are all just running towards the end of the line. And then, one day, we will reach the end, and that will be it.
Timon: That's it.
Pumbaa: Line over.
Timon: Nothing.
Pumbaa: Nada. And you can really just kinda do your own thing...
Elephant shrew: [Simba paws at the termite mound; termites fly free] Woo-hoo!
Pumbaa: ...and fend for yourself 'cause your line doesn't affect anyone else's lines.
Timon: You're alive, and then, you're not. Like this guy. [eats a termite] Mmm.
Simba: You sure it's not circle? That we're all connected?
Pumbaa: A circle would mean we're all this. That would mean what I do affects him, affects that thing...
Timon: Yeah. No.
Pumbaa: ...affects that thing...
Timon: That's not how it goes.
Pumbaa: ...which would make doing whatever we wanted not that cool.
Timon: Let me simplify this for you. Life is meaningless.
Pumbaa: Yes. That's why you just gotta look out for yourself. That's why you do you, Simba.
Timon: Yeah, Simba, for the first time, we're entrusting you to make a plan for us today.
Pumbaa: This is so important. Just think about all you have been taught.
Timon: What do you wanna do?
Simba: Absolutely... [brings his weight down on the termite mound] nothing. [the termite mound breaks in half, spilling termites everywhere]
Pumbaa: Exactly!
Timon: Woo-hoo!
Pumbaa: He gets it.
[The jungle animals feast on the termites]
Guinea fowl: [screams happily] Jackpot!
Bush baby: Out of my way. Out of my way.
Elephant shrew: Crunchy!
Bat-eared fox: All right. It’s time to eat.
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Nala: Well, we don't. Your reign is over, Scar. Simba is the rightful king. If you want to get him, [Nala bounds onto a tall rock.] you have to get through us. [Nala halfway turns over one shoulder.] Are you with me, lions?
Lionesses: *roar*
Simba: The choice is yours, Scar. Step down or fight.
Scar: Must this all end in violence? I'd hate to be responsible for the death of a family member, [Scar paces in front of Simba.] to feel the shame of knowing I took the life of someone I love.
Simba: I put all that behind me.
Scar: But have they put it behind them? Do your faithful subjects know what you've done?
Nala: [to Simba] What is he talking about?
Scar: So, you haven't told them your little secret? [Scar sits.] Well, Simba, now's your chance to confess. Tell them who's responsible for Mufasa's death.
[The lionesses look expectantly at Simba.]
Simba: It was me.
[Simba turns his back on Sarabi.]
Sarabi: [worried] It's not true. Tell me it's not true.
Simba: It's true. I'm sorry.
[Scar stands.]
Scar: He admits it. Murderer!
Simba: [shocked] No, no. [stammering] It was an accident.
Scar: If it weren't for you, the king would be alive. It's your fault he's dead. Do you deny it?
[Scar circles around Simba, and he stumbles toward the promontory.]
Simba: [stammering in fear] I'm not a murderer.
[Scar backs Simba toward the promontory.]
Scar: We should believe a son who takes the life of a father? We should believe a son who takes the life of a king? A son who abandons his mother?
Simba: No. I'm... I'm...
Scar: You're what? Say it! Are you the king?
Simba: No. No, I'm...
Scar: Are you the king?
Simba: No, I'm...
Scar: You're what?
Simba: I'm...
Scar: Say it!
Simba: I'm nothing.
Scar: [angrily] Then bow to your king!!!
Simba: *roars*
Nala: [horrified] Simba!
[Lightning strikes, igniting a tree below Pride Rock. Sarabi paces forward, watching in distress. The fire begins to spread. The camera pans up to show Simba clinging to Pride Rock for dear life.]
[A fire forms below as Simba is hanging to the edge for dear life, Scar comes closer]
Scar: This looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? Ah, yes, I remember. This is how Mufasa looked before he died. I looked down, and saw the fear in his eyes. [furiously sinks his claws into Simba's paws, the same way he did to Mufasa. Simba roars in pain] And here's my little secret: [ lens in close to whisper in Simba's ear] I killed Mufasa. [Simba's eyes widen. In a flashback, Mufasa falls into the gorge, with young Simba watching in terror]
Young Simba: [echoing] No!
Simba: My father, your own brother! How could you?!
Scar: First he kills Mufasa, and now he wants to kill me!
Simba: You killed him! Tell them the truth!
Scar: Don't believe his lies!
Sarabi: Scar, you told us you didn't get to the gorge in time.
Scar: That's true!
Sarabi: [angrily] Then how did you see the look in Mufasa's eyes?!
Simba: Murderer!!!
Scar: [ to the hyenas] KILL THEM ALL!
Hyenas *cackle*
[In answer, The hyenas charge at Simba.]
Simba: *growls*
[The hyenas swarm Simba, who fights back. Simba grabs a hyena and tosses it aside.]
Hyena: *whimpers*
Nala: Lions, attack!
[Nala charges into battle. The other lionesses follow suit.]
Lionesses: *growl*
[The hyenas charge at the lionesses.]
Hyenas *cackle*
Shenzi: *yells*
[Shenzi bowls into Simba, and the hyenas manage to knock him onto his side. Nala looks up in concern as Simba is swarmed by hyenas.]
Nala: Simba! [Nala knocks several hyenas off Simba.] *grunts*
[Nala fights off the hyenas. Cut to Timon and Pumbaa running into a cave.]
Timon and Pumbaa': *pant*
[Timon and Pumbaa pause and look outside the cave.]
Timon: Pumbaa, I think we lost them.
Pumbaa: That was terrifying.
[Behind Timon and Pumbaa, eyes gleam from the shadows.]
Hyenas: *growl*
[Four hyenas stalk into the light.]
Pumbaa: Do you hear a low growl?
Hyena: Looks like we'll be having pig for dinner. [Timon turns around.] Plump and chubby.
Pumbaa: Chubby? [Pumbaa turns around.] Did he just call me chubby?
Timon: Uh-oh.
Pumbaa: It sounded... It sounded a lot like he just said "chubby," which would be a mistake because [The hyenas surround Pumbaa.] I will not be made to feel ashamed of who I am!
[Timon watches in concern.]
Timon: Oh, boy.
Pumbaa: I may run from hyenas, but I will always fight a bully!
[Pumbaa charges at a hyena and headbutts it aside.]
Hyena: *whimpers*
[Pumbaa charges and headbutts another hyena.]
Pumbaa: *grunts*
Hyena: *whimpers*
[The remaining hyenas flee. Pumbaa headbutts them out of the cave.]
Hyenas: *cackle*
Pumbaa: *grunts* [Pumbaa pauses, and Timon climbs into his mane.] *sighs*
Timon: You feel better, Pumbaa?
Pumbaa: I do.
Timon: You got that out of your system?
Pumbaa: I did.
Lionesses: *roar*
Simba: The choice is yours, Scar. Step down or fight.
Scar: Must this all end in violence? I'd hate to be responsible for the death of a family member, [Scar paces in front of Simba.] to feel the shame of knowing I took the life of someone I love.
Simba: I put all that behind me.
Scar: But have they put it behind them? Do your faithful subjects know what you've done?
Nala: [to Simba] What is he talking about?
Scar: So, you haven't told them your little secret? [Scar sits.] Well, Simba, now's your chance to confess. Tell them who's responsible for Mufasa's death.
[The lionesses look expectantly at Simba.]
Simba: It was me.
[Simba turns his back on Sarabi.]
Sarabi: [worried] It's not true. Tell me it's not true.
Simba: It's true. I'm sorry.
[Scar stands.]
Scar: He admits it. Murderer!
Simba: [shocked] No, no. [stammering] It was an accident.
Scar: If it weren't for you, the king would be alive. It's your fault he's dead. Do you deny it?
[Scar circles around Simba, and he stumbles toward the promontory.]
Simba: [stammering in fear] I'm not a murderer.
[Scar backs Simba toward the promontory.]
Scar: We should believe a son who takes the life of a father? We should believe a son who takes the life of a king? A son who abandons his mother?
Simba: No. I'm... I'm...
Scar: You're what? Say it! Are you the king?
Simba: No. No, I'm...
Scar: Are you the king?
Simba: No, I'm...
Scar: You're what?
Simba: I'm...
Scar: Say it!
Simba: I'm nothing.
Scar: [angrily] Then bow to your king!!!
Simba: *roars*
Nala: [horrified] Simba!
[Lightning strikes, igniting a tree below Pride Rock. Sarabi paces forward, watching in distress. The fire begins to spread. The camera pans up to show Simba clinging to Pride Rock for dear life.]
[A fire forms below as Simba is hanging to the edge for dear life, Scar comes closer]
Scar: This looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? Ah, yes, I remember. This is how Mufasa looked before he died. I looked down, and saw the fear in his eyes. [furiously sinks his claws into Simba's paws, the same way he did to Mufasa. Simba roars in pain] And here's my little secret: [ lens in close to whisper in Simba's ear] I killed Mufasa. [Simba's eyes widen. In a flashback, Mufasa falls into the gorge, with young Simba watching in terror]
Young Simba: [echoing] No!
Simba: My father, your own brother! How could you?!
Scar: First he kills Mufasa, and now he wants to kill me!
Simba: You killed him! Tell them the truth!
Scar: Don't believe his lies!
Sarabi: Scar, you told us you didn't get to the gorge in time.
Scar: That's true!
Sarabi: [angrily] Then how did you see the look in Mufasa's eyes?!
Simba: Murderer!!!
Scar: [ to the hyenas] KILL THEM ALL!
Hyenas *cackle*
[In answer, The hyenas charge at Simba.]
Simba: *growls*
[The hyenas swarm Simba, who fights back. Simba grabs a hyena and tosses it aside.]
Hyena: *whimpers*
Nala: Lions, attack!
[Nala charges into battle. The other lionesses follow suit.]
Lionesses: *growl*
[The hyenas charge at the lionesses.]
Hyenas *cackle*
Shenzi: *yells*
[Shenzi bowls into Simba, and the hyenas manage to knock him onto his side. Nala looks up in concern as Simba is swarmed by hyenas.]
Nala: Simba! [Nala knocks several hyenas off Simba.] *grunts*
[Nala fights off the hyenas. Cut to Timon and Pumbaa running into a cave.]
Timon and Pumbaa': *pant*
[Timon and Pumbaa pause and look outside the cave.]
Timon: Pumbaa, I think we lost them.
Pumbaa: That was terrifying.
[Behind Timon and Pumbaa, eyes gleam from the shadows.]
Hyenas: *growl*
[Four hyenas stalk into the light.]
Pumbaa: Do you hear a low growl?
Hyena: Looks like we'll be having pig for dinner. [Timon turns around.] Plump and chubby.
Pumbaa: Chubby? [Pumbaa turns around.] Did he just call me chubby?
Timon: Uh-oh.
Pumbaa: It sounded... It sounded a lot like he just said "chubby," which would be a mistake because [The hyenas surround Pumbaa.] I will not be made to feel ashamed of who I am!
[Timon watches in concern.]
Timon: Oh, boy.
Pumbaa: I may run from hyenas, but I will always fight a bully!
[Pumbaa charges at a hyena and headbutts it aside.]
Hyena: *whimpers*
[Pumbaa charges and headbutts another hyena.]
Pumbaa: *grunts*
Hyena: *whimpers*
[The remaining hyenas flee. Pumbaa headbutts them out of the cave.]
Hyenas: *cackle*
Pumbaa: *grunts* [Pumbaa pauses, and Timon climbs into his mane.] *sighs*
Timon: You feel better, Pumbaa?
Pumbaa: I do.
Timon: You got that out of your system?
Pumbaa: I did.
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