Breaking and entering: okay on Christmas.
I know what I have to do. But going back means I’ll have to face my past. I’ve been running from it for so long.
[Rafiki hits Simba on the head with his stick]
Ow! Jeez, what was that for?
It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past.
Yeah, but it still hurts.
Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or… learn from it.
[swings his stick again at Simba, who ducks out of the way]
Ha. You see? So what are you going to do?
First, I’m gonna take your stick.
[Simba snatches Rafiki’s stick and throws it and Rafiki runs to grab it]
No, no, no, no, not the stick! Hey, where you going?
I’m going back!
Good! Go on! Get out of here!
[Rafiki begins laughing and screeching loudly]
I end where you begin. And where you end I begin.
Hello, Fred. FYI. Your dog has been leaving little bombs in my yard, and I do not appreciate it.
Oh you know dogs… they go where they want to go.
Unless they’re dead.
I’m joking! Although it is true. Anyway, have a good one.
[to Eret, who’s riding on Stormfly with Astrid]
Welcome aboard, dragon rider.
Thanks! I think!
Where have YOU been?
Oh, you know. Catching up with Mom.
[Hiccup looks up. Astrid follows his gaze and sees Valka on Cloudjumper, summoning her Bewilderbeast]
THAT’S your MOTHER?
Well, now you know where I get my dramatic flair.
[He flies off with Toothless]
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful tiger. She lived in a cave with the rest of her family. Her father and mother told her: ”You may go anywhere you want, but never go near the cliff, for you could fall.”
And fall. Good story.
But when no one was looking, she go near the cliff, for the closer she came to the edge, the more could she hear, the more could she see, the more she could feel. Finally, she stood at the very edge. She saw a light. She leaned out to touch it… and she slipped.
And she fell.
And she flew.
Where did she fly?
A place with more suns in the sky than you can count.
It would be so bright!
A place not like today, or yesterday. A place where things are better.
Tomorrow isn’t a place. It’s-it’s-it… Ugh! You can’t see it!
Oh, yes, yes it is. I’ve seen it. That’s where I’m going.
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better, it’s not.
You know somethin’, Robin. I was just wonderin’, are we good guys or bad guys? You know, I mean, uh? Our robbin’ the rich to feed the poor.
Rob? Tsk tsk tsk. That’s a naughty word. We never rob. We just sort of borrow a bit from those who can afford it.
Borrow? Boy, are we in debt.