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Pumbaa: [through a mouthful of grub and worms; to Simba] You'll learn to love 'em!
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Zazu: As the king's brother *you* should have been first in line.
Scar: Well, I was first in line, until the little hairball was born.
Mufasa: That "hairball" is my son and you're future king.
Scar: [Begins walking away] Oh, I shall practice my curtsey.
Mufasa: Don't turn your back on me, Scar.
Scar: Oh, no Mufasa. Perhaps *you* shouldn't turn your back on *me*.
Mufasa: [Roars angrily and runs in front of Scar's path] 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
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