Simba: Hey Uncle Scar! Guess what!

Scar: I despise guessing games.

Simba: I'm going to be king of Pride Rock.

Scar: Oh goody.

Simba: My dad just showed me the whole kingdom; and I'm going to rule it all. Heh heh.

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

Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar? When I'm king, what will that make you?

Scar: A monkey's uncle.

Simba: Heh heh. You're so weird.

Scar: You have NO idea. ...So, your father showed you the whole kingdom, did he?

Simba: Everything.

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

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.

Simba: Well, I'm brave! What's out th--

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

Simba: Why not?

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

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... Oops!

Simba: An elephant what? Whoa.

Scar: Oh dear, I've said too much... Well, I suppose you'd have found sooner or later, you being SO clever and all... Oh, just do me one favor-- promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place.

Simba: No problem.

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