I wish he did Zazu. If he did, I'd be happy.
Zazu: Alright sire all's ready for the presentation of the young prince.
Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food? I have come to announce that king Mufasa's on his way here and you better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning. Ha! You'll lose more than that when the King gets through with you. He's as angry as a hippo with a hernia...Well, as slippery as your mind is, as the King's brother you should've been first in line. Pity! Why not?He'd make a very handsome throw rug. And just think, whenever he gets dirty, you can take him out and beat him. Oh, come on. We all know he should've been banished from the Pride Lands a long time ago. Good morning, sire! I am checking in with the morning report. Sire the hyenas are in the Pride Lands.
- Oh young master, one day you will be king! [Soon begins to fly after Simba] Then you can chase those slobbery, mangy, stupid, poachers from dawn until dusk.
- [leading Simba and Nala to the waterhole] Step lively. The sooner we get to the waterhole, the sooner we can leave.
- Just look at you two. Little seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah. Your parents will be *thrilled*, what with your being betrothed and all.
- Betrothed. Intended. Affianced.
- One day, you two are going to be married.
- Well, sorry to bust the old bubble, but you two turtledoves have no choice. It's a tradition going back generations. Simba, you can't escape your destiny.
- Not so long as I'm around.
- Hmmm... Nice try, but only the king can do that.
- Not yet I don't. And with an attitude like that, I'm afraid you're shaping up to be a pretty pathetic king indeed.
- That's Mr. Banana Beak to you, Fuzzy! And right now, we are all in very real danger.
- And quite by accident let me assure you...
- I madame, am the king's majordomo.
- Uhh... technically, they can. We are on their land.
- Ix-nay on the oopid-stay...
- Oh, my, my, my. Look at the sun. It's time to go!
- Oh no, not the birdie boiler
- Sire the hyenas are after the children
- Yes, sire. Don't be too hard on him, sire. I remember a cub. A certain headstrong cub. Who was always getting into scrapes and he achieved some prominence.
- Okay come Nala Simba good luck
- Oh look, sire; the herd is on the move.
- Your father's on the way! Hold on!
- [to Mufasa; pointing at Simba, who is holding on to the branch of a dead tree in the middle of the stampede] There! There! On the tree!
- Oh, I never would have to this to Mufasa.
- Oh, nothing!
- Yes, Sire! You are the king! I-I.. Well, I only mentioned it to demonstrate the differences in your own managerial approaches.
- Oh, you wouldn't want me! I'd be so tough and gamy!
- Nala just what do you think you're doing? I most certainly will not go away. I am sworn to protect you, and must order you to go back to bed
- [caged while the battle rages around him] Let me out! Let me out!
- Your majesty(Anthone798 (talk) 10:49, July 8, 2020 (UTC))