Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there?
Timon: Pumbaa, I don't wonder; I know.
Pumbaa: Oh. What are they?
Timon: They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... Got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing.
Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
Timon: Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas.
Rogers: You should write a book: How To Offend Women In Five Syllables or Less.
Vega: My beautiful face is ruined! You bitch, I'll make you suffer.
Telephone Operator: Due to the storm, all lines have been temporarily disconnected. Please try your call again later.
Blue Genie: Giddy up, slowpoke, what's keeping you?
Aladdin 'Al': Nothing. Well, something, but I'll tell you later.
Iago: The street rat is living in the palace now? Aah! That does it! All reports are in! Life is now officially unfair.