Timon: You okay, kid?

Simba: I guess so.

Pumbaa: You nearly died.

Timon: I saved you.

Pumbaa: {Snorts at Timon}

Timon: Well, uh, Pumbaa helped. A little.

Simba: Thanks for your help.

Timon: Hey, where you going?

Simba: Nowhere.

Timon: Gee. He looks blue.

Pumbaa: I'd say brownish-gold.

Timon: No, no, no, no. I mean he's depressed.

Pumbaa: Oh.

Pumbaa: Hey kid, what's eatin' ya?

Timon: Nothing; he's at the top of the food chain! Ahhhhhhha ha haaa! The food cha-haain! Ha ha hum... ahem. So, where you from...?

Simba: Who cares? I can't go back.

Timon: Ahh. You're an outcast! That's great, so are we.

Pumbaa: What'cha do, kid?

Simba: Something terrible. But I don't wanna talk about it.

Timon: Good. We don't wanna hear about it.

Pumbaa: Come on, Timon. Anything we can do?

Simba: Not unless you can change the past.

Pumbaa: You know, kid, in times like this my buddy Timon here says, "You got to put your behind in your past..."

Timon: No. No. No.

Pumbaa: I mean...

Timon: Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. It's "You got to put your past behind you." Look, kid. Bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it, right?

Simba: Right.

Timon: Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.

Simba: Well, that's not what I was taught.

Timon: Then maybe you need a new lesson. Repeat after me. Hakuna Matata.

Simba: What?

Pumbaa: Ha-ku-na Ma-ta-ta. It means "No worries."