Uncle Max: I flinched, when I should have scurried.
Timon: I see carnivores.
Uncle Max: Meerkat! It's what's for dinner.
Pumbaa: After a long day of doing nothing, it's good to kick back.
Shenzi: For your last meal, you're gonna eat those words.
Timon: It's coming to me. It's either that slug I ate, or I'm having an epiphany.
Timon: It was a wonderful phrase. It has some rhythm. Laduda Ladada. No, that wasn't it.
Uncle Max: Scurry, sniff... Flinch! Scurry, sniff... Flinch.
Timon: Just eat me now and please make it fast, I have a low threshold for pain.
Timon: I uh, I guess I owe everyone an apology. All right so I made a teensy mistake, like we all haven't broken into song on sentry duty before uh-haha come on, let me have a show of hands! Ooook.
Timon: This is the start of a beautiful acquaintanceship.
Rafiki: Look beyond what you see.