Ég ætla að gera kork um kvóts úr mynd sem hefur snert mig mest Lion King ég mann ég grét alltaf þegar Múfasa dó tárast mjög oft þegar ég horfi á hana en ég ætla setja nokkur Kvóts inn


Timon: Let me get this straight. You know her. She knows you. But she wants to eat him. And everybody's okay with this?
[jumps up suddenly]
Timon: Did I miss something?



Zazu: Lemme out! Lemme out!
Timon: Lemme in! Lemme in!


Timon: Please don't eat me.
Pumbaa: Drop ‘em!
Banzai: Hey! Who’s the pig?
Pumbaa: Are you talkin' to me?
Timon: Uh-oh, they called him a pig.
Pumbaa: Are you talking to *me*?
Timon: Ya shouldn't have done that.
Pumbaa: ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
Timon: Now they're in for it.
Pumbaa: THEY CALL ME MR. PIG! AHHHH!


Timon: We're gonna fight your uncle… for this?
Adult Simba: Yes, Timon. This is my home.
Timon: Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper.

Scar: Look 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] All right. All right. I did it
Adult Simba: So they can hear you!
Scar: I killed Mufasa!

Zazu: Oh, just look at you two. Little seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah. Your parents will be thrilled what with your being betrothed and all.
Young Simba: Be-what?
Zazu: Betrothed. Intended. Affianced.
Young Nala: Meaning…?
Zazu: One day, you two are going to be married.
Young Simba: Yuck.
Young Nala: Ewww.
Young Simba: I can't marry her. She's my friend.
Young Nala: Yeah. It'd be too weird.
Zazu: Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you two turtle-doves have no choice. It's a tradition that goes back generations.
Young Simba: Well, when I'm king, that'll be the first thing to go.
Zazu: Not so long as I'm around.
Young Simba: Well, in that case, you're fired.
Zazu: Hmmm… Nice try, but only the king can do that.
Young Nala: Well, he's the future king.
Young Simba: Yeah. So you have to do what I tell you.
Zazu: Not yet I don't. And with an attitude like that, I'm afraid you're shaping up to be a pretty pathetic king indeed.
Young Simba: Hmph. Not the way I see it.



Adult Simba: You knew my father?
Rafiki: Correction. I know your father.




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