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:
Pumbaa:

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.

Pumbaa:

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.

Pumbaa:
Pumbaa.

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?