Simba: Nala?

Simba: Is it really you?

Nala: Who are you?

Simba: It's me. Simba.

Nala: Simba? Whoah!

Nala: Well how did you.. where did you come from... it's great to see YOU...

Simba: Aaah! How did you... who... wow... this is cool... it's great to see you...

Timon: Hey, what's goin' on here?

Simba: What are you doing here?

Nala: What do you mean, "What am I doing here?" What are you doing here?

Timon: HEY! WHAT'S GOIN' ON HERE!?!?!

Simba: Timon, this is Nala. She's my best friend.

Timon: Friend?!?

Simba: Yeah. Hey, Pumbaa, come over here.

Simba: Nala, this is Pumbaa. Pumbaa, Nala.

Pumbaa: Pleased to make your acquaintance.

Nala: The pleasure's all mine.

Timon: How do you do.. Whoa! Whoa. Time out.. Lemme get this straight. You know her. She knows you. But she wants to eat him. And everybody's... okay with this? DID I MISS SOMETHING?!?

Simba: Relax, Timon.

Nala: Wait till everybody finds out you've been here all this time! And your mother... what will she think?

Simba: She doesn't have to know. Nobody has to know.

Nala: Well, of course they do. Everyone thinks you're dead.

Simba: They do?

Nala: Yeah. Scar told us about the stampede.

Simba: He did? Well... what else did he tell you?

Nala: What else matters? You're alive. and that means... you're the king.

Timon: King? Pbbb. Lady, have you got your lions crossed.

Pumbaa: King? Your Majesty! I gravel at your feet.

Simba: Stop it.

Timon: It's not "gravel." It's "grovel." And DON'T-- he's not the king. Are ya?

Simba: No.

Nala: Simba?

Simba: No, I'm not the king. Maybe I was gonna be, but... that was a long time ago.

Timon: Let me get this straight. You're the king? And you never told us?

Simba: Look, I'm still the same guy.

Timon: But with power!

Nala: Could you guys... excuse us for a few minutes?

Timon: Hey, whatever she has to say, she can say in front of us. Right, Simba?

Simba: Hmm. Maybe you'd better go.

Timon: It starts. You think you know a guy...