Lion King 1Â½ 
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Rafiki: Look beyond what you see.
Timon: This is the start of a beautiful acquaintanceship.
Timon: We can't let them feel the love tonight.
Pumbaa: Good night.
Timon: Sleep tight.
Pumbaa: Dream about bedbugs tonight.
Uncle Max: Scurry, sniff... flinch! Scurry, sniff... flinch!
Timon: I see carnivores.
Simba: Simba:This is great. Three friends, together, what more could you want?
Pumbaa: Ah, I'm pushed.
Pumbaa: I think I'll turn in for the night.
Timon: Timon:I'm out!
Simba: Simba: Right behind ya!
Ma: Everything the light touches... belongs to someone else.
Uncle Max: ...and what a day it's been. No fractures, no lacerations, concussions, contusions of any sort. As a matter of fact there's no sign of Timon's handy-work anywhere!
Uncle Max: Meerkat! It's what's for dinner!
Banzai: And I thought beans were the only musical food!
Timon: I uh, I guess I owe everyone an apology. All right so I made a teensy mistake, like we all haven't broken into song on sentry duty before uh-haha come on, let me have a show of hands! Ooook.
Timon: And so with my spirits high I boldy ventured off where no meerkat had dared to go before. I put my past behind me Ha! and never looked back.
Timon: Mommy, Mommy! What am I doing? Which way should I go?
Timon: How convenient. Enter omniscient monkey, right on cue.
Pumbaa: Well, you know what they say: "When the student is ready, the teacher appears."
Timon: That's it. No more fortune-cookies for you!
Timon: Let's go Pumbaa. I think the storm's coming to a head.
Timon: Get a load of the monkey getting all Existential on me.
Timon: Just eat me now and please make it fast, I have a low threshold for pain.
Timon: It was a wonderful phrase. It has some rhythm. Laduda Ladada. No, that wasn't it.
Uncle Max: I flinched, when I should have scurried.
Mom: You know, there's something different about Timon.
Uncle Max: You think? HE'S WEARING A DRESS!
Timon: But when they die, they become the grass. And we eat the grass, right?
Uncle Max: Not exactly. We can't digest grass. We're grass intolerant.
Uncle Max: Feared by no one and eaten by all!
Timon: It's as if you have some special power.
Pumbaa: Uh, special power? well, it's pretty powerful.
Timon: So, that's your special power?
Pumbaa: You mean, you don't mind?
Timon: Are you kidding? It was a gas!
Pumbaa: After a long day of doing nothing, it's good to kick back.
Uncle Max: Now what do we do if we see a hyena?
Timon: Scream, "MOMMY!"
Pumbaa: Shall we run for our lives?
Timon: Oh yes, let's.
Timon: Friends stick together to the end.
Pumbaa: They say first impressions are very important.
Timon: Oh, I thought you were a "scream".
Timon: I'm Timon.
Timon: No, really.
Timon: Well, that worked like a dream.
Pumbaa: It did?
Timon: Sarcasm is a foreign language to you, isn't it?
Timon: Ahh... I love the smell of Pumbaa in the morning.
Rafiki: Any story worth telling is worth telling twice.
Timon: What this place lacks in water and shade, it makes up for with searing heat and blinding sunshine. Home, sweet home, Pumbaa!
Shenzi: For your last meal, you're gonna eat those words.
Mom: I gotta hand it to you, Timon. This place has EVERYTHING.
Timon: Well, now that we're all here, it does.
Uncle Max: Appluad now sonny boy, but try clapping when you don't have any hands.
Pumbaa: Timon, look!
Timon: Hey-ey-ey, it's the monkey!
Pumbaa: What's that he's holding up?
Timon: Aw, who cares? It's not important.
Rafiki: You seek Hakuna Matata.
Timon: Harpoon a tomato?
Rafiki: Hakuna Matata. It means "no worries".
Timon: Perfect! Mind taking that stick of yours and drawing me a map, bub?