So you haven't told them your little secret? Well, Simba, now is your chance to confess. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's death.
S Sarabi
It's not true. Tell me it's not true.
If it weren't for you, the king would be alive. It's your fault he's dead! Do you deny it?
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?
You're what? Say it! Are you the king?
[falls into despair all over again]
No, I'm...
[whimpering near the ledge]
I'm nothing.
[Simba falls and hangs over the ledge of Pride Rock]
SIMBA!
[Lightning strikes below, igniting a fire]
Now, this looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? ...Oh, yes. I remember! This is the way Mufasa looked before he died. I looked down, and saw the fear in his eyes. [claws Simba's paws] And here's my little secret. [whispers into Simba's ear] I killed Mufasa.
[In shock, Simba has a flashback in slow motion and realizes that it was Scar who killed Mufasa at the gorge; Simba's eyes wide open and his shock turns into fury as he bites Scar's mane and gets back up, resuming the confrontation]
My father! Your own brother! How could you?!
[to the hyenas and lionesses]
First he kills Mufasa, and now he wants to kill me?!
You killed him! Tell them the truth!
S Sarabi
Scar, you told us you didn't get to the gorge in time.
S Sarabi
Then how did you see the look in Mufasa's eyes?!
[Scar growls, realizing he's been exposed]
Murderer!
[to his hyenas]
Kill them all!
Mercy? After what you did?!
It was the hyenas! Those revolting scavengers made me do it! I was planning on killing them all.
[Shenzi, Kamari, and Azizi overhear and growl at Scar's betrayal]
You fooled the hyenas! Just like you fooled me!
Simba, you wouldn't kill your only uncle.
No, Scar. I'm not like you.
Oh, Simba. You are truly noble, and I will make it up to you. Just tell me how I can prove myself. Tell me what you want me to do.
Run. Run away, Scar. Run away, and never return!
Pumbaa, I think we lost them.
That was terrifying. [Shenzi's clan of hyenas peer close, emerging behind them] Do you hear a low growl?
Looks like we'll be having pig for dinner, plump and chubby.
[offended]
"Chubby"? Did he just call me "chubby"?
Uh-oh. [runs behind a rock]
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!
I may run from hyenas, but I will always fight a bully! [charges and drives the hyenas off]
Do you feel better, Pumbaa?
You got that out of your system?
[Rafiki, elated by the sight of Simba, follows him]
Go away.
Rafiki Going away will not answer the question.
What question? Who are you?
Rafiki I know exactly who I am. The question is: who are you?
I'm nobody. So leave me alone. All right?
Rafiki Everybody is somebody. Even a nobody.
[Simba sees his father's spirit in the clouds]
Simba, you must take your place in the Circle of Life.
You must remember who you are. The one true king.
I'm sorry. I don't know how to be like you.
As king, I was most proud of one thing. Having you as my son.
That was a long time ago.
No, Simba. That is forever.
Please, don't leave me again.
I never left you, and never will. Remember who you are. Remember.
[Simba, Pumbaa, Timon, Zazu, and Nala make it to the Pride Lands] [about the hyenas]
What's your plan for getting us past the slobbering guards?
Live bait. [he, Nala, Zazu, and Timon look at 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]
Why's everyone looking at me?
[Shenzi's clan of hyenas are paying attention to Timon. Pumbaa is set up like a roast pig]
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]
It's working, Pumbaa!
[first lines; to the mouse]
Life's not fair, is it, my little friend? While some are born to feast, others spend their lives in the dark, begging for scraps. The way I see it, you and I are exactly the same... we both want to find a way out.
