Simba: Dad! Daad! Come on, Dad, we gotta go. Wake up!

Random Lioness: Oomph!

Simba: Sorry! ...Oop.

Simba: Dad? Daad. Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad--

Sarabi: Your son... is awake...

Mufasa: Before sunrise, he's YOUR son.

Simba: Dad? Daad! Come on, Dad! Daa-- Whoa!

Simba: You promised!

Mufasa: Okay, okay. I'm up. I'm up.

Simba: Yeah!

Mufasa: Look, Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom.

Simba: Wow.

Mufasa: A king's time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day, Simba, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king.

Simba: And this will all be mine?

Mufasa: Everything.

Simba: Everything the light touches. What about that shadowy place?

Mufasa: That's beyond our borders. You must never go there, Simba.

Simba: But I thought a king can do whatever he wants.

Mufasa: Oh, there's more to being king than... getting your way all the time.

Simba: There's more?

Mufasa: Simba...

Mufasa: Everything you see exists together, in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance, and respect all the creatures - from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.

Simba: But, Dad, don't we eat the antelope?

Mufasa: Yes, Simba, but let me explain. When we die, our bodies become the grass. And the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connected in the great Circle of Life.