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Timon: {Confused} Friend?!?<br />
Simba: Yeah. Hey, Pumbaa! Come over here.<br />
Simba: Nala, this is Pumbaa. Pumbaa, Nala.<br />
Pumbaa: Pleased to make your acquaintance.<br />
Nala: The pleasure's all mine.<br />
Timon: How do you do.. Whoa! Whoa. Time out.. Let me get this straight. You know her. She knows you. But<br />
she wants to eat him. And, everybody's… okay with this? DID I MISS SOMETHING?!?<br />
Simba: Relax, Timon.<br />
Nala: Wait ‘til everybody finds out you've been here all this time. And your mother… what will she think?<br />
Simba: She doesn't have to know. Nobody has to know.<br />
Nala: Well, of course they do. Everyone thinks you're dead.<br />
Simba: They do?<br />
Nala: Yeah. Scar told us about the stampede.<br />
Simba: He did? {Nervous} What else did he tell you?<br />
Nala: What else matters? You're alive. And that means... you're the <strong>king</strong>!<br />
Timon: King? Pbbb. Lady, have you got your <strong>lion</strong>s crossed.<br />
Pumbaa: King? Your Majesty! I gravel at your feet. {Noisily kisses Simba’s paw}<br />
Simba: {Pulling away his paw} Stop it.<br />
Timon: {To Pumbaa} It's not “gravel,” it's “grovel.” And don't; he's not the <strong>king</strong>. {to Simba} Are ya?<br />
Simba: No, I'm not the <strong>king</strong>. Maybe I was gonna be. But, that was a long time ago.<br />
Timon: Let me get this straight. You're the <strong>king</strong>? And you never told us?<br />
Simba: Look, I'm still the same guy.<br />
Timon: {Enthusiastic} But with power!<br />
Nala: Could you guys ... excuse us for a few minutes?<br />
Timon: Hey, {taps Pumbaa} whatever she has to say, she can say in front of us. Right, Simba?
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