Zazu:
As the king's brother *you* should have been first in line.
Scar:
Well, I was first in line, until the little hairball was born.
Mufasa:
That "hairball" is my son and you're future king.
Scar:
[Begins walking away]
Oh, I shall practice my curtsey.
Mufasa:
Don't turn your back on me, Scar.
Scar:
Oh, no Mufasa. Perhaps *you* shouldn't turn your back on *me*.
Mufasa:
[Roars angrily and runs in front of Scar's path]
Is that a challenge?
Scar:
Temper temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you.
Zazu:
Pity. Why not?
Scar:
Well as far as brains go I got the lion's share but when it comes to brute strength. I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool
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