I have a lot...
Rafiki: It is a girl.
Timon: Girl. GIRL?! Oi...
Rafiki: Whaaaat? Kovu... Kiara... together? This is the plan? Are you crazy? This will never work! Oh Mufasa, you have been up there too long! You're head is in the clouds!
Timon: That's not a king! That's a fuzzy maraca!
Timon: The good news is, we found your daughter. The bad news is, we dropped a warthog on her.
Kiara: A wise king once told me, 'we are one'. I didn't understand him then. Now I do.
Simba: But... they...
Kiara: Them? Us. Look at them-- They are us! What differences do you see?
Kovu: Judge me now, for who I am. Or am I to be blamed for a crime I didn't commit?
Timon: Don't anybody move! This thing's loaded-- I'll let you have it!
Simba: What are you doing?
Pumbaa: Ahh!
Timon: Good question. Uh, let me ask you one.
Pumbaa: Hippothetically.
Timon: Very hypothetically. There's this guy...
Pumbaa: But he's not a lion...
Timon: No. No, he's not a lion. Yeesh, definitely not a lion... and uh... uh, his daughter, um, say... vanished?
Zira: It's over, Simba! I have dreamed of nothing else for years!
Timon: Boy, does she need a hobby... (my personal fave...

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Timon: This must be where the deer and the antelope play!
Kovu: Betcha do! Bet you're daddy's little girl!