Zazy

— 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.

— One day, you two are going to be married.
— Yuck!
— Eww!

— I can't marry her. She's my friend.
— Yeah, it'd be so weird.
— Sorry to bust your bubble, but you two turtle doves have no choice. It's a tradition going back generations.

— 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.