Simba: Hey, Nala.

Nala: Hi, Simba.

Simba: Come on. I just heard about this great place.

Nala: Simba! I'm kind of in the middle of a bath.

Sarabi: And it's time for yours.

Simba: Mom! ...Mom. You're messing up my mane.

Simba: Okay, okay, I'm clean. Can we go now?

Nala: So where are we going? It better not be anyplace dumb.

Simba: No. It's really cool.

Sarabi: So where is this "really cool" place?

Simba: Oh. Uh... around the water hole.

Nala: The water hole? What's so great about the water hole?

Simba: I'll SHOW you when we GET there.

Nala: Oh. Uh... Mom, can I go with Simba?

Sarafina: Hmm... What do you think, Sarabi?

Sarabi: Well...

Nala and Simba: Pleeeease?

Sarabi: It's all right with me...

Nala: All right!

Simba: Yeah!

Sarabi: ...As long as Zazu goes with you.

Simba: No. Not Zazu.

Zazu: Step lively. The sooner we get to the water hole, the sooner we can leave.

Nala: So where we really going?

Simba: An elephant graveyard.

Nala: Wow!

Simba: Shhh! Zazu.

Nala: Right. So how are we gonna ditch the dodo?

Simba: Oh, I know how we can--

Zazu: Oh, just look at you two. Little seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah. Your parents will be thrilled... what with your being betrothed and all.

Simba: Be-what?

Zazu: Betrothed. Intended. Affianced.

Nala: Meaning...?

Zazu: One day, you two are going to be married!

Simba: Yuck!

Nala: Ewww.

Simba: I can't marry her. She's my friend.

Nala: Yeah. It'd be too weird.

Zazu: Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you two turtle-doves have no choice. It's a tradition...

Zazu: ...going back generations.

Simba: Well, when I'm king, that'll be the first thing to go.

Zazu: Not so long as I'm around.

Simba: Well, in that case, you're fired.

Zazu: Hmmm... Nice try, but only the king can do that.

Nala: Well, he's the future king.

Simba: Yeah. So you have to do what I tell you.

Zazu: Not yet I don't. And with an attitude like that, I'm afraid you're shaping up to be a pretty pathetic king indeed.

Simba: Hmph. Not the way I see it.