[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!

"WoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo~"

"It's not a sacrifice to renounce the unwanted. It is
not a sacrifice to give your life for others, if death is
your personal desire. To achieve the virtue of
sacrifice, you must want to live, you must love it,
you must burn with passion for this Earth and for
all the splendor it can give you - you must feel the twist of every knife as it slashes your desires away from your reach and drains your love out of your body. It is not mere death that the morality of sacrifice holds out to you as an ideal, but death by slow torture." - John galt (atlas shrugged)

Edited May 30, 201313 yr by Nimrodel

The Man in Black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed.

The Man in Black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed.

 

That was the thought that came to mind when I saw this topic, besides what's in my forum signature.  :P    Best first line I've ever read!

 

Next one: 

 

What have we learned,
the world is never as mad as it could be.
If I leave my grin behind, remind me
we're all mad here
and it's ok!

Love it Burns.  My favorite series!!!!!! 

 

“Go then, there are other worlds than these.”

there is nothing in the desert and no man needs nothing :D

hahahahaha and perhaps the best if one asks me:

 

I do not aim with my eye;
He who aims with his eye has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my hand.
I do not shoot with my hand;
He who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.

I do not kill with my gun;
He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart

Alright,  I'll jump on that wagon, before the world moves on again and goes all Nineteen....  :P

 

“The quickest way to learn about a new place is to know what it dreams of.”
 

“There will be water if God wills it.”
 

Dark Tower train, the first one in my signature below:

“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.”

 

Pan