Scar:
[Simba has unsuccessfully tried to hunt a beetle]
If you wish to kill something, you might want to stay downwind.
Young Simba:
I know how to hunt, Uncle Scar.
Scar:
Well let's hope we're never attacked by a beetle, go back to your den Simba, I don't babysit.
Young Simba:
Babysit? I'm gonna be the King of Pride Rock, my Dad showed me the whole kingdom said I'm going to rule it all.
Scar:
Is that so?
Young Simba:
Think about it, when I'm king- I'll have to give you orders, tell you what to do, how weird is that?
Scar:
You've no idea. So your dad showed you the whole kingdom, did he show you the shadows beyond the northern borders?
Young Simba:
No, he said I can't go there, but...
Scar:
And he's absolutely... right. An Elephant Graveyard is no place for a young prince.
Young Simba:
An Elephant Graveyard, whoa.
Scar:
[feigning surprise]
Aah, I've said to much, well I'd supposed you'd of found out sooner or later, you being king and all.
Young Simba:
You've been there?
Scar:
We've all been there, it's no place for a cub, all those rotting bones, burning pools of oozing mud.
Young Simba:
Rotting bones, oozing mud.
Scar:
Promise me you'll stay away Simba. Now you run along, and remember its our little secret... Your Majesty.
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