Scars

— Mufasa! Mufasa! Mufasa! It tingles me.
— I'm surrounded by idiots.

— Don't turn your back on me, Scar.
— Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me.

— I thought things were bad under Mufasa.
— What did you say?
— I said Muf... I said... Que pasa?

— You're so weird.
— You have no idea.

— Why, if it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.
— Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba.
— That was today? I feel simply awful!

— Nobody knows my sorrow...
— Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. Sing something with a little bounce in it.
— lt's a small world after all
— No, no! Anything but that!
— l've got a lovely bunch of coconuts
— DeedIe dee dee
— There they are a-standing in a row
— Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
— I would never have had to do this with Mufasa.
— What? What did you say?
— Nothing.
— You know the law. Never, ever mention that name in my presence. I am the king!
— Yes, sire, you are the king. I... I only mentioned it to illustrate the differences in your royal managerial approaches.