Scar: Oh, Simba, you must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom...
Simba: ...Are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.
Scar: Oh, oh, ye-- Well, I would, heh, naturally, heh-- however, there is one little problem. You see them?
They think I'M king.
Nala: Well, we don't. Simba is the rightful king.
Simba: The choice is yours, Scar. Either step down or fight.
Scar: Oh, must it all end in violence? I'd hate to be responsible for the death of a family member. Wouldn't you agree, Simba?
Simba: That's not gonna work, Scar. I've put it behind me.
Scar: Eh, but what about your faithful subjects? Have they put it behind them?
Nala: Simba, what is he talking about?
Scar: Ahh, so you haven't told them your little secret. Well, Simba, now's your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's death!
Simba: I am.
Sarabi: It's not true. Tell me it's not true.
Simba: It's true.
Scar: You see! He admits it! Murderer!
Simba: No. It was an accident.
Scar: If it weren't for you, Mufasa would still be alive. It's your fault he's dead; do you deny it?
Simba: No.
Scar: Then... you're... guilty.
Simba: No. I'm not a murderer.
Scar: Oh, Simba, you're in trouble again. But this time, Daddy isn't here to save you. And now EVERYONE.. KNOWS...WHY!
Nala: Simba!
Scar: Now this looks familiar. Hmm. Where have I seen this before? Let me think. Hmmm... hmmm. Oh yes, I remember. This is just the way your father looked before he died.
And here's MY little secret: I killed Mufasa.
Simba: NoooooOOOO! ...Murderer!
Scar: No, Simba, please.
Simba: Tell them the truth.
Scar: Truth? But truth is in the eye of the beholdllgkkk! All right. All right. I did it.
Simba: So they can hear you.
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Pumbaa: Heeeyyyy-yaaaaah!
Timon: 'Scuse me. Pardon me. Comin' through. Hot stuff. Whoo!
Rafiki: WwwA! Hozah! Hazoww!
Yaa! Yah! hhyEEOOWww!
Zazu: Let me out! Let me out!
Timon: Let me in! Let me in!
...Ple-he-hease don't eat me.
Pumbaa: Problem?
Banzai: Hey, who's the pig?
Pumbaa: Are you talking to me?