Scar Quotes in The Lion King (1994)

Scar: I'm surrounded by idiots.

Young Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar, guess what?

Scar: I despise guessing games.

Young Simba: I'm gonna be King of Pride Rock.

Scar: Oh, goody.

Young Simba: My dad just showed me the whole kingdom. And I'm gonna rule it all. Heheh.

Scar: Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know.

[flops on his side]

Young Simba: Hey Uncle Scar, when I'm King, what'll that make you?

Scar: A monkey's uncle.

Young Simba: [laughs] You're so weird.

Scar: You have no idea.

Zazu: [singing] Nooooobody knows the trouble I've seen. / Nooooobody knows my sorrow.

Scar: Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. Sing something with a little *bounce* in it.

Zazu: [singing] It's a small world after all...

Scar: NO! No. *Anything* but that!

Zazu: [singing] I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts. / Dee-dee-dee-dee, / There they are just standing in a row.

Zazu, Scar: [Scar joins in] Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head...

Zazu: [whispering] Oh, I never had to do this with Mufasa.

[first lines]

Scar: [Scar catches a mouse] Life's not fair, is it? You see, I... well, I shall never be king. And you... shall never see the light of another day. Hmm-hmm-hmm, adieu.

Zazu: Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?

Zazu: Well, as slippery as your mind is, as the King's brother *you* should've been first in line.

Scar: [Scar threatens to bite, Zazu retreats toward Mufasa] Well, I was first in line, until the little hairball was born.

Mufasa: That hairball is my son. And *your* future king.

Scar: Oh, I shall have to practice my curtsy.

Scar: [after forcing Simba to the edge of a cliff while a fire burns below] Now this looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? Hm, let me think. Oh, yes, I remember! This is just the way your father looked before he died.

[He claws Simba's paws the same way he did to Mufasa]

Scar: And here's 'my' little secret...

[whispering]

Scar: I killed Mufasa!

Young Simba: [In a flashback] Nooooo!

Adult Simba: [leaps back up and pounces on him] Nooo! Murderer!

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 *ten* times the king Mufasa was!

[Lightning flashes and illuminates a snarling Simba]

Scar: Mufasa! No! You're dead!

Scar: Ahh, so you haven't told them your little secret. Well, Simba, now's your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's death!

Adult Simba: [pause] I am.

Sarabi: [whispering] It's not true. Tell me it's not true.

Adult Simba: It's true.

Scar: You see? He admits it. Murderer!

Adult Simba: No! It was an accident!

Scar: If it weren't for you Mufasa would still be alive. It's your fault he's dead. Do you deny it?

Adult Simba: No.

Scar: Then you're *guilty*.

Adult Simba: No, I'm *not* a murderer!

Mufasa: Don't turn your back on me, Scar!

Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps *you* shouldn't turn your back on *me*.

Mufasa: [roars, runs to stand before him] 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.

Scar: Now you wait here. Your father has a *marvelous* surprise for you.

Young Simba: Oooh. What is it?

Scar: If I told you, it wouldn't *be* a surprise, now would it?

Young Simba: If you tell me, I'll still *act* surprised.

Scar: Ho ho ho. You are such a naughty boy!

Young Simba: Come on, Uncle Scar.

Scar: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is just for you and your daddy. You know, a sort of... father-son... thing. Well! I'd better go get him.

Young Simba: I'll go with you.

Scar: No!

[regaining composure]

Scar: Heh heh heh. No. Just stay on this rock. You wouldn't want to end up in another mess like you did with the hyenas.

Young Simba: You know about that?

Scar: Simba, Simba, everybody knows about that.

Young Simba: Really?

Scar: Oh, yes. Lucky Daddy was there to save you, eh? Oh, and just between us, you might want to work on that little roar of yours. Hmm?

Young Simba: Oh, okay. Hey, Uncle Scar, will I like this surprise?

Scar: Simba, it's to *die* for!

Adult Simba: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart.

Scar: Oh, Simba, you must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom...

Adult Simba: Are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.

Scar: So, your father showed you the whole kingdom, did he?

Young Simba: Everything.

Scar: He didn't show you what's beyond that rise at the northern border?

Young Simba: Well, no. He said I can't go there.

Scar: And he's absolutely right! It's far too dangerous. Only the bravest lions go there.

Young Simba: Well, I'm brave. What's out there?

Scar: No, I'm sorry, Simba, I just *can't* tell you.

Young Simba: Why not?

Scar: Simba, Simba, I'm only looking out for the well-being of my favorite nephew.

Young Simba: Yeah, right. I'm your only nephew.

Scar: All the more reason for me to be protective. An elephant graveyard is no place for a young prince.

Young Simba: An elephant what? Whoa!

Scar: Oops! Oh, dear, I've said too much! Well, I suppose you'd have found out sooner or later, you being so clever and all. Just promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place!

Young Simba: No problem!

Scar: There's a good lad. You run along now and have fun. And remember... its our little secret.

Adult Simba: Tell them the truth!

Scar: But Simba truth is in the eye of the behold...

Scar: [Simba chokes him, he whispers] All right. All right. I did it.

Adult Simba: So they can hear you!

Scar: I killed Mufasa!

Scar: Mufasa's death was a terrible tragedy; but to lose Simba, who had barely begun to live... For me it is a deep personal loss. So it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne. Yet, out of the ashes of this tragedy, we shall rise to greet the dawning of a new era... in which lion and hyena come together, in a great and glorious future!

Banzai: Hey, Boss!

Scar: Oh, what is it this time?

Banzai: We've got a bone to pick with you!

Shenzi: I'll handle this. Scar, there's no food, no water...

Banzai: Yeah, it's dinner time, and we ain't got no stinkin' entrees.

Scar: It's the lionesses' job to do the hunting.

Banzai: Yeah, but they won't go hunt.

Scar: Oh... eat Zazu.

Zazu: Oh, you wouldn't want me. I'd be so tough and gamey and... eeww...

Scar: Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All you need is a little garnish.

Banzai: I thought things were bad under Mufasa.

Scar: What did you say?

Banzai: I said Muf...

[Shenzi elbows him]

Banzai: I said, uh... Que pasa?

Scar: Good. Now get out.

Banzai: Yeah, but... we're still hungry.

Scar: *Out*!

Scar: Simba, Simba, please. Please have mercy, I beg you.

Adult Simba: You don't deserve to live.

Scar: But, Simba, I... am... family. It's the hyenas who are the real enemy. It was their fault. It was their idea!

Adult Simba: Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie.

Scar: What are you going to do? You wouldn't kill your *old* uncle...?

Adult Simba: No, Scar. I'm not like you.

Scar: Oh, Simba, thank you. You are truly noble. I'll make it up to you, I promise. How can I, ah, prove myself to you? Tell me anything, anything.

Adult Simba: Run. Run away, Scar. And never return.

Scar: Yes. Of course. As you wish,

[Scar's words turn into a snarl]

Scar: your Majesty!

[throws embers in Simba's face]

Adult Simba: Aaah!

Scar: [Scar and the Hyenas approach him, leading him to the edge of a cliff] No, Simba, you're in trouble again. But this time, Daddy isn't here to save you. And now everyone knows *why*!

[Simba falls back, but hangs desperately onto the edge]

Nala: SIMBA!

[Lightning strikes the ground below, causing a fire to start up]

Scar: Ahh, my friends.

Shenzi: Friends? I thought he said we were the enemy.

Banzai: That's what I heard. Ed?

Ed the Hyena: Oo-oo-ooh, he-he, he-he-he

Zazu: I'm here to announce that King Mufasa's on his way. So you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning.

Scar: [sees the mouse scampering off] Oh, now look, Zazu, you made me lose my lunch.

Zazu: Ha! You'll lose more than that when the King gets through with you. He's as mad as a hippo with a hernia...

Scar: [approaches him menacingly] Oooh... I quiver with *fear*...

Banzai: Oh, Scar, it's just you.

Shenzi: We were afraid it was somebody important.

Banzai: Yeah, you know, like Mufasa.

Scar: I see.

Banzai: Now that's power.

Shenzi: Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder.

Banzai: Mufasa!

Shenzi: Ooooh! Do it again!

Banzai: Mufasa!

Shenzi: Ooooh!

Banzai: Mufasa, Mufasa, Mufasa!

Shenzi: Ooooh!

[breaks into laughter]

Shenzi: And it tingles me!

Scar: I'm *surrounded* by idiots.

Young Simba: What am I gonna do?

Scar: Run. Run away, and never return.

[Simba leaves and hyenas come out of the mist]

Scar: Kill him.

Scar: [singing] I know that your powers of retention / Are as wet as a warthog's backside / But thick as you are, / Pay attention! / My words are a matter of pride / It's clear from vacant expressions / The lights are not all on upstairs / But we're talking kings and successions / Even *you* can't be caught unawares!

Scar: [singing] Of course, / Quid pro quo, / You're expected / To take certain duties on board / The future is littered with prizes / And though I'm the main addressee / The point that I must emphasize is...

[Leaps in front of a hyena]

Scar: YOU WON'T GET A SNIFF WITHOUT ME!

[hyena falls into a volcano]

Sarabi: Mufasa?

Adult Simba: No. It's me.

Sarabi: Simba? But how...?

Adult Simba: It doesn't matter. I'm home.

Scar: Simba? Simba! Well, it sure is a surprise to see you...

[turns to the hyenas]

Scar: ...*alive*!

Banzai: Yeah, be prepared! We'll be prepared... for what?

Scar: For the death of the king!

Banzai: Why? Is he sick?

Scar: No, fool, we're going to kill him. And Simba, too.

Shenzi: Hey, great idea! Who needs a king?

Banzai, Shenzi: [singing and dancing around Ed] No king, no king, la la la la la la...

Scar: Idiots! There will *be* a king!

Banzai: Hey, but you said that...

Scar: *I* will be king. Stick with me, and you'll never go hungry again!

Banzai, Shenzi: Yeah, all right! Long live the king!

[other hyenas join in]

Banzai, Shenzi: Long live the king! Long live the king!

Mufasa: [above the stampeding wildebeest] Scar! Broth-brother, help me!

Scar: [Scar puts his claws into Mufasa's paws] Long live the King.

[throws him into the stampede]

Mufasa: Aaaaah!

Young Simba: [as the Camera zooms out] Nooooooooo!

Scar: Why! If it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.

Mufasa: Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba.

Scar: That was today? Oh, I feel simply awful.

Zazu: As the king's brother *you* should have been first in line.

Mufasa: 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

Zazu: [On Mufasa's Back] Oh look Sire. The herds are on the move.

Mufasa: Yes...

Scar: [Worried and Desperate] Quick Mufasa! Stampede, in the gorge. Simba's down there!

Mufasa: Simba?

Zazu: Oh look, sire. The herd is on the move.

Mufasa: Oh...

Scar: [calling] Mufasa!

[frantic and concerned]

Scar: Quick! Stampede! In the gorge! Simba's down there!

Mufasa: [greatly alarmed] Simba?