Pumbaa

What a wonderful phrase.
Hakuna matata.
Ain't no passing craze
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
Hakuna matata.

Home is where your rump rests.

— Kid, what's eating you?
— Nothing. He's at the top of the food chain.

— Drop 'em!
— Hey, who's the pig?
— Are you talkin' to me?
— Uh-oh. He called him a pig.
— To me?
— Shouldn't have done that.
— To me?
— Now they're in for it.
— They call me Mr Pig!

— Hey, Timon, it's just a little lion. Look at him. He's so cute and all alone. Can we keep him?
— Pumbaa, are you nuts? You're talking about a lion. Lions eat guys like us.
— But he's so little.
— He's going to get bigger.
— Maybe he'll be on our side.
— That's the stupidest thing I ever heard. Maybe he'll... Hey, I've got it. What if he's on our side?

— Hey, what's goin' on here? Who's the monkey?
— Simba went back to challenge Scar.
— Who?
— Scar.
— Who's got a scar?
— No, it's his uncle.
— The monkey's his uncle?

— You know, kid, in times like this, my buddy Timon here says, «You got to put your behind in your past».
— No, no, no. It's, 'You got to put your past behind you.' Look, kid, bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it, right?
— Right.
— Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.

— What'd you do, kid?
— Something terrible. But I don't want to talk about it...
— We don't want to hear about it!

— I ate like a pig.
— Pumbaa, you are a pig.

"Timon? Ever wonder what those sparkling dots are up there?"
"Pumbaa, I don't wonder, I know."
"Oh? What are they?"
"They're fireflies. Fireflies that got stuck up in that big bluish-black thing."
"Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away."
"Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas."

— I tell you, Pumbaa. This stinks.
— Oh, sorry...
— Not you! Them! Him, her, alone.
— What's wrong with that?
— I can see what's happening.
— What?
— And they don't have a clue.
— Who?
— They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line our trio's down to two...

— Somebody once told me that the great kings of the past are up there watching over us.
— Really?
— You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us?