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Scar: You fools have stripped your land of every living thing, and yet I send two little cubs your way and they come back alive.
Kamari: [the hyenas surround Scar, growling] I guess we'll have to eat you instead.
Scar: Why eat one meal when you can be feasting the rest of your lives.
Shenzi: What could you... possibly offer us?
Scar: A place where you can fill your bellies, for everything the light touches is yours for the kill
Shenzi: The Pridelands are not yours to keep, the king controls those hunting grounds.
Scar: [after a long pause] That's why were going to kill him.
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Scar: [Simba has unsuccessfully tried to hunt a beetle] If you wish to kill something, you might want to stay downwind.
Young Simba: I know how to hunt, Uncle Scar.
Scar: Well let's hope we're never attacked by a beetle, go back to your den Simba, I don't babysit.
Young Simba: Babysit? I'm gonna be the King of Pride Rock, my Dad showed me the whole kingdom said I'm going to rule it all.
Scar: Is that so?
Young Simba: Think about it, when I'm king- I'll have to give you orders, tell you what to do, how weird is that?
Scar: You've no idea. So your dad showed you the whole kingdom, did he show you the shadows beyond the northern borders?
Young Simba: No, he said I can't go there, but...
Scar: And he's absolutely... right. An Elephant Graveyard is no place for a young prince.
Young Simba: An Elephant Graveyard, whoa.
Scar: [feigning surprise] Aah, I've said to much, well I'd supposed you'd of found out sooner or later, you being king and all.
Young Simba: You've been there?
Scar: We've all been there, it's no place for a cub, all those rotting bones, burning pools of oozing mud.
Young Simba: Rotting bones, oozing mud.
Scar: Promise me you'll stay away Simba. Now you run along, and remember its our little secret... Your Majesty.
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