Scar!
Why if it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.
Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba.
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.
Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother, you should have been first in line!
I was first in line. Until the little hairball was born.
That hairball is my son and your future king.
Scar (sarcastically): Oh, I shall practice my curtsy. (turns to leave)
Oh no, Mufasa. Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me.
Temper, temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you.
Pity. Why not?
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)
There's one in every family, sire - two in mine, actually - and they always manage to ruin special occassions.
What am I going to do with him?
He'd make a very handsome throw rug.
And just think! Whenever he gets dirty, you could take him out and beat him.
