Young Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar, guess what?
Scar: I despise guessing games.
Young Simba: I'm gonna be King of Pride Rock.
Scar: Oh, goody.
Young Simba: My dad just showed me the whole kingdom. And I'm gonna rule it all. Heheh.
Scar: Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, tu know.
[flops on his side]
Young Simba: hola Uncle Scar, when I'm King, what'll that make you?
Scar: A monkey's uncle.
Young Simba: [laughs] You're so weird.
Scar: tu have no idea.
Zazu: [singing] Nooooobody knows the trouble I've seen. / Nooooobody knows my sorrow.
Scar: Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. Sing something with a little *bounce* in it.
Zazu: [singing] It's a small world after all...
Scar: NO! No. *Anything* but that!
Zazu: [singing] I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts. / Dee-dee-dee-dee, / There they are just standing in a row.
Zazu, Scar: [Scar joins in] Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head...
Zazu: [whispering] Oh, I never had to do this with Mufasa.
Scar: Ahh, so tu haven't told them your little secret. Well, Simba, now's your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's death!
Adult Simba: [pause] I am.
Sarabi: [whispering] It's not true. Tell me it's not true.
Adult Simba: It's true.
Scar: tu see? He admits it. Murderer!
Adult Simba: No! It was an accident!
Scar: If it weren't for tu Mufasa would still be alive. It's your fault he's dead. Do tu deny it?
Adult Simba: No.
Scar: Then you're *guilty*.
Adult Simba: No, I'm *not* a murderer!
Scar: No, Simba, you're in trouble again. But this time, Daddy isn't here to save you. And now everyone knows *why*!
Adult Simba: Tell them the truth!
Scar: But Simba truth is in the eye of the behold...
Scar: [Simba chokes him, he whispers] All right. All right. I did it.
Adult Simba: So they can hear you!
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Scar: Ahh, my friends.
Shenzi: Friends? I thought he dicho we were the enemy.
Banzai: That's what I heard. Ed?
Ed the Hyena: Oo-oo-ooh, he-he, he-he-he
Zazu: I'm here to announce that King Mufasa's on his way. So you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning.
Scar: [sees the ratón scampering off] Oh, now look, Zazu, tu made me lose my lunch.
Zazu: Ha! You'll lose más than that when the King gets through with you. He's as mad as a hippo with a hernia...
Scar: [approaches him menacingly] Oooh... I quiver with *fear*...
Mufasa: Don't turn your back on me, Scar!
Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps *you* shouldn't turn your back on *me*.
Mufasa: [roars, runs to stand before him] Is that a challenge?
Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn't *dream* of challenging you.
Zazu: Pity! Why not?
Scar: Well, as far as brains go, I 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.
Scar: So, your father showed tu the whole kingdom, did he?
Young Simba: Everything.
Scar: He didn't mostrar tu what's beyond that rise at the northern border?
Young Simba: Well, no. He dicho I can't go there.
Scar: And he's absolutely right! It's far too dangerous. Only the bravest lions go there.
Young Simba: Well, I'm brave. What's out there?
Scar: No, I'm sorry, Simba, I just *can't* tell you.
Young Simba: Why not?
Scar: Simba, Simba, I'm only looking out for the well-being of my favorito! nephew.
Young Simba: Yeah, right. I'm your only nephew.
Scar: All the más reason for me to be protective. An elefante graveyard is no place for a young prince.
Young Simba: An elefante what? Whoa!
Scar: Oops! Oh, dear, I've dicho too much! Well, I suppose you'd have found out sooner o later, tu being so clever and all. Just promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place!
Young Simba: No problem!
Scar: There's a good lad. tu run along now and have fun. And remember... its our little secret.
Banzai: Oh, Scar, it's just you.
Shenzi: We were afraid it was somebody important.
Banzai: Yeah, tu know, like Mufasa.
Scar: I see.
Banzai: Now that's power.
Shenzi: Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder.
Shenzi: Ooooh! Do it again!
Banzai: Mufasa, Mufasa, Mufasa!
[breaks into laughter]
Shenzi: And it tingles me!
Scar: I'm *surrounded* por idiots.
Banzai: Yeah, be prepared! We'll be prepared... for what?
Scar: For the death of the king!
Banzai: Why? Is he sick?
Scar: No, fool, we're going to kill him. And Simba, too.
Shenzi: Hey, great idea! Who needs a king?
Banzai, Shenzi: [singing and dancing around Ed] No king, no king, la la la la la la...
Scar: Idiots! There will *be* a king!
Banzai: Hey, but tu dicho that...
Scar: *I* will be king. Stick with me, and you'll never go hungry again!
Banzai, Shenzi: Yeah, all right! Long live the king!
[other hyenas registrarse in]
Banzai, Shenzi: Long live the king! Long live the king!
Scar: Now tu wait here. Your father has a *marvelous* surprise for you.
Young Simba: Oooh. What is it?
Scar: If I told you, it wouldn't *be* a surprise, now would it?
Young Simba: If tu tell me, I'll still *act* surprised.
Scar: Ho ho ho. tu are such a naughty boy!
Young Simba: Come on, Uncle Scar.
Scar: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is just for tu and your daddy. tu know, a sort of... father-son... thing. Well! I'd better go get him.
Young Simba: I'll go with you.
Scar: Heh heh heh. No. Just stay on this rock. tu wouldn't want to end up in another mess like tu did with the hyenas.
Young Simba: tu know about that?
Scar: Simba, Simba, everybody knows about that.
Young Simba: Really?
Scar: Oh, yes. Lucky Daddy was there to save you, eh? Oh, and just between us, tu might want to work on that little roar of yours. Hmm?
Young Simba: Oh, okay. Hey, Uncle Scar, will I like this surprise?
Scar: Simba, it's to *die* for!
Scar: Mufasa's death was a terrible tragedy; but to lose Simba, who had barely begun to live... For me it is a deep personal loss. So it is with a heavy corazón that I assume the throne. Yet, out of the ashes of this tragedy, we shall rise to greet the dawning of a new era... in which lion and hyena come together, in a great and glorious future!
Banzai: Hey, Boss!
Scar: Oh, what is it this time?
Banzai: We've got a bone to pick with you!
Shenzi: I'll handle this. Scar, there's no food, no water...
Banzai: Yeah, it's cena time, and we ain't got no stinkin' entrees.
Scar: It's the lionesses' job to do the hunting.
Banzai: Yeah, but they won't go hunt.
Scar: Oh... eat Zazu.
Zazu: Oh, tu wouldn't want me. I'd be so tough and gamey and... eeww...
Scar: Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All tu need is a little garnish.
Banzai: I thought things were bad under Mufasa.
Scar: What did tu say?
Banzai: I dicho Muf...
[Shenzi elbows him]
Banzai: I said, uh... Que pasa?
Scar: Good. Now get out.
Banzai: Yeah, but... we're still hungry.
Scar: Simba, Simba, please. Please have mercy, I beg you.
Adult Simba: tu don't deserve to live.
Scar: But, Simba, I... am... family. It's the hyenas who are the real enemy. It was their fault. It was their idea!
Adult Simba: Why should I believe you? Everything tu ever told me was a lie.
Scar: What are tu going to do? tu wouldn't kill your *own* uncle...?
Adult Simba: No, Scar. I'm not like you.
Scar: Oh, Simba, thank you. tu are truly noble. I'll make it up to you, I promise. How can I, ah, prove myself to you? Tell me anything, anything.
Adult Simba: Run. Run away, Scar. And never return.
Scar: Yes. Of course. As tu wish,
[Scar's words turn into a snarl]
Scar: your Majesty!
[throws embers in Simba's face]
Adult Simba: Aaah!
Young Simba: What am I gonna do?
Scar: Run. Run away, and never return.
[Simba leaves and hyenas come out of the mist]
Scar: Kill him.
Zazu: Well, as slippery as your mind is, as the King's brother *you* should've been first in line.
Scar: [Scar threatens to bite, Zazu retreats toward Mufasa] Well, I was first in line, until the little hairball was born.
Mufasa: That hairball is my son. And *your* future king.
Scar: Oh, I shall have to practice my curtsy.
Scar: [Scar catches a mouse] Life's not fair, is it? tu see, I... well, I shall never be king. And you... shall never see the light of another day. Hmm-hmm-hmm, adieu.
Zazu: Didn't your mother ever tell tu not to play with your food?
Scar: tu run along now, and have fun. And remember... it's our little secret.
Mufasa: [above the stampeding wildebeasts] Scar! Broth-brother, help me!
Scar: [Scar puts his claws into Mufasa's paws] Long live the King.
[throws him into the stampede]
Adult Simba: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip tu apart.
Scar: Oh, Simba, tu must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom...
Adult Simba: Are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.
Scar: [after forcing Simba to the edge of a cliff while a fuego burns below] Now this looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? Hm, let me think. Oh, yes, I remember! This is just the way your father looked before he died. And now here's *my* little secret...
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Adult Simba: Nooooo!
Adult Simba: [leaps back up and pounces on him] Nooo! Murderer!
Scar: I'm surrounded por idiots.
Scar: [singing] I know that your powers of retention / Are as wet as a warthog's backside / But thick as tu are, / Pay attention! / My words are a matter of pride / It's clear from vacant expressions / The lights are not all on upstairs / But we're talking kings and successions / Even *you* can't be caught unawares!
Scar: Stampede, in the gorge. Simba's down there!
Scar: [singing] Of course, / Quid pro quo, / You're expected / To take certain duties on board / The future is littered with prizes / And though I'm the main addressee / The point that I must emphasize is...
[Leaps in front of a hyena]
Scar: tu WON'T GET A SNIFF WITHOUT ME!
[hyena falls into a volcano]
Scar: [bellowing] Sarabiiiii!
[echoes and reechoes; we soon see Sarabi walking through the pack of hyenas, trying to snap at her; Simba looks on as Sarabi approaches]
Sarabi: Yes, Scar?
Scar: Where is your hunting party? They're not doing their job.
Sarabi: Scar, there is no food. The herds have moved on.
Scar: No! You're just not looking hard enough.
Sarabi: It's over. There is nothing left. We have only one choice. We *must* leave Pride Rock.
Scar: We're not going anywhere!
Sarabi: Then tu have sentenced us to death!
Scar: Then so be it!
Sarabi: tu can't do that!
Scar: I'm the king! I can do whatever I want!
Sarabi: If tu were half the king Mufasa was, you...
Scar: [knocks Sarabi unconscious] I'm *ten* times the king Mufasa was!
[Lightning flashes and illuminates a snarling Simba]
Scar: Mufasa! No! You're dead!
Adult Simba: No. It's me.
Sarabi: Simba? But how...?
Adult Simba: It doesn't matter. I'm home.
Scar: Simba? Simba! Well, it sure is a surprise to see you...
[turns to the hyenas]
Scar: Why! If it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.
Mufasa: Sarabi and I didn't see tu at the presentation of Simba.
Scar: That was today? Oh, I feel simply awful.
Scar: I was siguiente in line until that furball came!
Mufasa: [Mufasa angrily jumps infront of Scar and growls!] That furball is my son, and your future king!