(..) Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom? Puh. You can't do anything to me. Uhh... Technically, they can. We are on their land. But Zazu, you told me they're nothing but slobbering mangy stupid poachers. Ix-nay on the oopid-stay... Who you callin' "oopid-stay?!?" (..)

(..) Oh Dad, can't I come? No, son. I never get to go anywhere. Oh young master, one day you will be king; then you can chase those slobbering, mangy, stupid poachers from dawn until dusk. Hey Uncle Scar, guess what! I despise guessing games. I'm going to be king of Pride Rock. Oh goodee. (..)