Scar:
[bellowing]
Sarabiiiii!
[echoes and reechoes; we soon see Sarabi walking through the pack of hyenas, trying to snap at her; Simba looks on as Sarabi approaches]
Sarabi:
Yes, Scar?
Scar:
Where is your hunting party? They're not doing their job.
Sarabi:
Scar, there is no food. The herds have moved on.
Scar:
No! You're just not looking hard enough.
Sarabi:
It's over. There is nothing left. We have only one choice. We *must* leave Pride Rock.
Scar:
We're not going anywhere!
Sarabi:
Then you have sentenced us to death!
Scar:
Then so be it!
Sarabi:
You can't do that!
Scar:
I'm the king! I can do whatever I want!
Sarabi:
If you were half the king Mufasa was, you...
Scar:
[knocks Sarabi unconscious]
I'm *eleven* times the king Mufasa was!
[Lightning flashes and illuminates a snarling Simba]
Scar:
Mufasa! No! You're dead!
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