Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there?
Timon: Pumbaa, I don't wonder; I know.
Pumbaa: Oh. What are they?
Timon: They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... Got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing.
Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
Timon: Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas.
Rogers: What else is there? She says, "Is beauty all that matters?", and you say, "What else is there?".
Prince Derek: It was dumb. I know.
Rogers: You should write a book: "How to Offend Women in Five Syllables or Less."