Don’t make me throw this hummus… it’s spicy!
Sometimes you got to get through your fear to see the beauty on the other side.
Snails don’t have money. Or else they’ll have to pay the bills. Remember?
Your trash talk is needlessly complicated!
Is it? Or is it that your unpaid bills… are overdue?
Enough talk! It’s time… for action.
I’m a father now, with responsibilities, and a legitimate businessman. I’m developing a delicious line of jams and jellies.
Jams and jellies?
Oh, attitude. That’s right! So thanks, but no thanks. And here’s a tip: instead of tasing people and kidnapping them, maybe you should give them a call! Good day, Mr. Sheepsbutt.
Oh yeah, like that’s any better.
I’d rather bite my tongue off and bleed to death!
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.