[Timon and Pumbaa have found their dream
home; Timon is talking to himself, Pumbaa is
making a celebration supper]
Timon: The monkey was right! We found it! The perfect life!
Pumbaa: I'll just whip up a little something.
Timon: He had the perfect name for it, too.
Pumbaa: Come and get it!
Timon: [sits at a rock] Such a wonderful phrase. It had this rhythm. Laduda Ladada.
Pumbaa: Try this - hot tuna frittata.
Timon: Hmm. No, that's not it.
Pumbaa: The spinach armada.
Timon: Quiet, Pumbaa. I'm trying to think.
Pumbaa: A spoon of ricotta.
Timon: Two words.
Pumbaa: A wormy piccata.
Timon: Six syllables.
Pumbaa: Kahuna colada.
Timon: Twelve letters.
Pumbaa: A blue enchilada.
Timon: Rhymes with... .
Pumbaa: Legumes on a platter.
Timon: Think, think, think.
Pumbaa: [poking a dish] This oughta be hotta.
Timon: I forget.
Pumbaa: I gotta lambada! [dances right into Timon]
Timon: HEY! How can you dance at a time like this? I'm DYIN' here!... . Ooh, sorry about that, pal.
Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata.
Timon: ....Come again?
Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata - It means "no worries". Ah-ohhhh... . Timon: Waaait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on a second.
Pumbaa: Uh, Timon? What are you doin'?
Timon: Shenzi Marie Predatora Veldetta Jacquelina Hyena... . Would you do me the honor of
becoming... my bride?
Shenzi: I don't think so!
Timon: Shenzi Marie, please. I know what you're thinking: "We're too different." "It'll never work."
"What will the children look like?"
Shenzi: Ooh, that violates so many laws of nature.
Timon: Listen to me! The problems of a couple of wacky kids like us don't amount to hill of
termites in this nutty circle-of-life thing. And so I
ask you: If not now, when? If not me, who? I'm
lonely.
Pumbaa: Can I be your best man?
Banzai: I say we skip the wedding, and go straight to the buffet!