Timon: Okay sure, get technical. But who's gonna teach him the really important stuff? Like how to belch? And dig for grubs? I'm telling ya, buddy... it's gonna be like old times. You, me... and the little guy.
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Simba: Whoah. Where do you think you're going in such a hurry?
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