Young Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar, guess what?
Scar: I despise guessing games.
Young Simba: I'm gonna be King of Pride Rock.
Scar: Oh, goody.
Young Simba: My dad just showed me the whole kingdom. And I'm gonna rule it all. Heheh.
Scar: Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, Ты know.
[flops on his side]
Young Simba: Эй, Uncle Scar, when I'm King, what'll that make you?
Scar: A monkey's uncle.
Young Simba: [laughs] You're so weird.
Scar: Ты have no idea.

Zazu: [singing] Nooooobody knows the trouble I've seen. / Nooooobody knows my sorrow.
Scar: Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. Sing something with a little *bounce* in it.
Zazu: [singing] It's a small world after all...
Scar: NO! No. *Anything* but that!
Zazu: [singing] I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts. / Dee-dee-dee-dee, / There they are just standing in a row.
Zazu, Scar: [Scar joins in] Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head...
Zazu: [whispering] Oh, I never had to do this with Mufasa.

Scar: Ahh, so Ты haven't told them your little secret. Well, Simba, now's your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's death!
Adult Simba: [pause] I am.
Sarabi: [whispering] It's not true. Tell me it's not true.
Adult Simba: It's true.
Scar: Ты see? He admits it. Murderer!
Adult Simba: No! It was an accident!
Scar: If it weren't for Ты Mufasa would still be alive. It's your fault he's dead. Do Ты deny it?
Adult Simba: No.
Scar: Then you're *guilty*.
Adult Simba: No, I'm *not* a murderer!

Scar: No, Simba, you're in trouble again. But this time, Daddy isn't here to save you. And now everyone knows *why*!

Adult Simba: Tell them the truth!
Scar: But Simba truth is in the eye of the behold...
Scar: [Simba chokes him, he whispers] All right. All right. I did it.
Adult Simba: So they can hear you!
Scar: I killed Mufasa!

Scar: Ahh, my friends.
Shenzi: Friends? I thought he сказал(-а) we were the enemy.
Banzai: That's what I heard. Ed?
Ed the Hyena: Oo-oo-ooh, he-he, he-he-he

Zazu: I'm here to announce that King Mufasa's on his way. So you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning.
Scar: [sees the мышь scampering off] Oh, now look, Zazu, Ты made me lose my lunch.
Zazu: Ha! You'll lose еще than that when the King gets through with you. He's as mad as a hippo with a hernia...
Scar: [approaches him menacingly] Oooh... I quiver with *fear*...

Mufasa: Don't turn your back on me, Scar!
Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps *you* shouldn't turn your back on *me*.
Mufasa: [roars, runs to stand before him] 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.

Scar: So, your father showed Ты the whole kingdom, did he?
Young Simba: Everything.
Scar: He didn't Показать Ты what's beyond that rise at the northern border?
Young Simba: Well, no. He сказал(-а) I can't go there.
Scar: And he's absolutely right! It's far too dangerous. Only the bravest lions go there.
Young Simba: Well, I'm brave. What's out there?
Scar: No, I'm sorry, Simba, I just *can't* tell you.
Young Simba: Why not?
Scar: Simba, Simba, I'm only looking out for the well-being of my Избранное nephew.
Young Simba: Yeah, right. I'm your only nephew.
Scar: All the еще reason for me to be protective. An слон graveyard is no place for a young prince.
Young Simba: An слон what? Whoa!
Scar: Oops! Oh, dear, I've сказал(-а) too much! Well, I suppose you'd have found out sooner или later, Ты being so clever and all. Just promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place!
Young Simba: No problem!
Scar: There's a good lad. Ты run along now and have fun. And remember... its our little secret.

Banzai: Oh, Scar, it's just you.
Shenzi: We were afraid it was somebody important.
Banzai: Yeah, Ты know, like Mufasa.
Scar: I see.
Banzai: Now that's power.
Shenzi: Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder.
Banzai: Mufasa!
Shenzi: Ooooh! Do it again!
Banzai: Mufasa!
Shenzi: Ooooh!
Banzai: Mufasa, Mufasa, Mufasa!
Shenzi: Ooooh!
[breaks into laughter]
Shenzi: And it tingles me!
Scar: I'm *surrounded* by idiots.

Banzai: Yeah, be prepared! We'll be prepared... for what?
Scar: For the death of the king!
Banzai: Why? Is he sick?
Scar: No, fool, we're going to kill him. And Simba, too.
Shenzi: Hey, great idea! Who needs a king?
Banzai, Shenzi: [singing and dancing around Ed] No king, no king, la la la la la la...
Scar: Idiots! There will *be* a king!
Banzai: Hey, but Ты сказал(-а) that...
Scar: *I* will be king. Stick with me, and you'll never go hungry again!
Banzai, Shenzi: Yeah, all right! Long live the king!
[other hyenas Присоединиться in]
Banzai, Shenzi: Long live the king! Long live the king!

Scar: Now Ты wait here. Your father has a *marvelous* surprise for you.
Young Simba: Oooh. What is it?
Scar: If I told you, it wouldn't *be* a surprise, now would it?
Young Simba: If Ты tell me, I'll still *act* surprised.
Scar: Ho ho ho. Ты are such a naughty boy!
Young Simba: Come on, Uncle Scar.
Scar: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is just for Ты and your daddy. Ты know, a sort of... father-son... thing. Well! I'd better go get him.
Young Simba: I'll go with you.
Scar: No!
[regaining composure]
Scar: Heh heh heh. No. Just stay on this rock. Ты wouldn't want to end up in another mess like Ты did with the hyenas.
Young Simba: Ты know about that?
Scar: Simba, Simba, everybody knows about that.
Young Simba: Really?
Scar: Oh, yes. Lucky Daddy was there to save you, eh? Oh, and just between us, Ты might want to work on that little roar of yours. Hmm?
Young Simba: Oh, okay. Hey, Uncle Scar, will I like this surprise?
Scar: Simba, it's to *die* for!

Scar: Mufasa's death was a terrible tragedy; but to lose Simba, who had barely begun to live... For me it is a deep personal loss. So it is with a heavy сердце that I assume the throne. Yet, out of the ashes of this tragedy, we shall rise to greet the dawning of a new era... in which lion and hyena come together, in a great and glorious future!

Banzai: Hey, Boss!
Scar: Oh, what is it this time?
Banzai: We've got a bone to pick with you!
Shenzi: I'll handle this. Scar, there's no food, no water...
Banzai: Yeah, it's ужин time, and we ain't got no stinkin' entrees.
Scar: It's the lionesses' job to do the hunting.
Banzai: Yeah, but they won't go hunt.
Scar: Oh... eat Zazu.
Zazu: Oh, Ты wouldn't want me. I'd be so tough and gamey and... eeww...
Scar: Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All Ты need is a little garnish.

Banzai: I thought things were bad under Mufasa.
Scar: What did Ты say?
Banzai: I сказал(-а) Muf...
[Shenzi elbows him]
Banzai: I said, uh... Que pasa?
Scar: Good. Now get out.
Banzai: Yeah, but... we're still hungry.
Scar: *Out*!

Scar: Simba, Simba, please. Please have mercy, I beg you.
Adult Simba: Ты don't deserve to live.
Scar: But, Simba, I... am... family. It's the hyenas who are the real enemy. It was their fault. It was their idea!
Adult Simba: Why should I believe you? Everything Ты ever told me was a lie.
Scar: What are Ты going to do? Ты wouldn't kill your *own* uncle...?
Adult Simba: No, Scar. I'm not like you.
Scar: Oh, Simba, thank you. Ты are truly noble. I'll make it up to you, I promise. How can I, ah, prove myself to you? Tell me anything, anything.
Adult Simba: Run. Run away, Scar. And never return.
Scar: Yes. Of course. As Ты wish,
[Scar's words turn into a snarl]
Scar: your Majesty!
[throws embers in Simba's face]
Adult Simba: Aaah!

Young Simba: What am I gonna do?
Scar: Run. Run away, and never return.
[Simba leaves and hyenas come out of the mist]
Scar: Kill him.

Zazu: Well, as slippery as your mind is, as the King's brother *you* should've been first in line.
Scar: [Scar threatens to bite, Zazu retreats toward Mufasa] Well, I was first in line, until the little hairball was born.
Mufasa: That hairball is my son. And *your* future king.
Scar: Oh, I shall have to practice my curtsy.

[first lines]
Scar: [Scar catches a mouse] Life's not fair, is it? Ты see, I... well, I shall never be king. And you... shall never see the light of another day. Hmm-hmm-hmm, adieu.
Zazu: Didn't your mother ever tell Ты not to play with your food?

Scar: Ты run along now, and have fun. And remember... it's our little secret.

Mufasa: [above the stampeding wildebeasts] Scar! Broth-brother, help me!
Scar: [Scar puts his claws into Mufasa's paws] Long live the King.
[throws him into the stampede]
Mufasa: Aaaaah!
Scar: Nooooooooo!

Adult Simba: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip Ты apart.
Scar: Oh, Simba, Ты must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom...
Adult Simba: Are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.

Scar: [after forcing Simba to the edge of a cliff while a огонь burns below] Now this looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? Hm, let me think. Oh, yes, I remember! This is just the way your father looked before he died. And now here's *my* little secret...
[whispering]
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Adult Simba: Nooooo!
Adult Simba: [leaps back up and pounces on him] Nooo! Murderer!

Scar: I'm surrounded by idiots.

Scar: [singing] I know that your powers of retention / Are as wet as a warthog's backside / But thick as Ты are, / Pay attention! / My words are a matter of pride / It's clear from vacant expressions / The lights are not all on upstairs / But we're talking kings and successions / Even *you* can't be caught unawares!

Scar: Stampede, in the gorge. Simba's down there!

Scar: [singing] Of course, / Quid pro quo, / You're expected / To take certain duties on board / The future is littered with prizes / And though I'm the main addressee / The point that I must emphasize is...
[Leaps in front of a hyena]
Scar: Ты WON'T GET A SNIFF WITHOUT ME!
[hyena falls into a volcano]

Scar: [bellowing] Sarabiiiii!
[echoes and reechoes; we soon see Sarabi walking through the pack of hyenas, trying to snap at her; Simba looks on as Sarabi approaches]
Sarabi: Yes, Scar?
Scar: Where is your hunting party? They're not doing their job.
Sarabi: Scar, there is no food. The herds have moved on.
Scar: No! You're just not looking hard enough.
Sarabi: It's over. There is nothing left. We have only one choice. We *must* leave Pride Rock.
Scar: We're not going anywhere!
Sarabi: Then Ты have sentenced us to death!
Scar: Then so be it!
Sarabi: Ты can't do that!
Scar: I'm the king! I can do whatever I want!
Sarabi: If Ты were half the king Mufasa was, you...
Scar: [knocks Sarabi unconscious] I'm *ten* times the king Mufasa was!
[Lightning flashes and illuminates a snarling Simba]
Scar: Mufasa! No! You're dead!

Sarabi: Mufasa?
Adult Simba: No. It's me.
Sarabi: Simba? But how...?
Adult Simba: It doesn't matter. I'm home.
Scar: Simba? Simba! Well, it sure is a surprise to see you...
[turns to the hyenas]
Scar: ...*alive*!

Scar: Why! If it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.
Mufasa: Sarabi and I didn't see Ты at the presentation of Simba.
Scar: That was today? Oh, I feel simply awful.

Scar: I was Далее in line until that furball came!
Mufasa: [Mufasa angrily jumps infront of Scar and growls!] That furball is my son, and your future king!