The Lion King1994

Scar:
[Sarcastically overjoyed] Why! If it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.

Mufasa:
Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba.

Scar:
[Faking astonishment] That was TODAY?! Oh, I feel simply awful... [He turns and start scraping his claws on the rock wall. Zazu cringes at the sound. Admiring his claws] ...Must have slipped my mind.

Zazu:
Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother, you should have been FIRST in line!

[Scar clicks his teeth at Zazu, who has flown near his face. Zazu takes cover behind Mufasa's foreleg. Scar bends down to speak to him.]

Scar:
Well, I was first in line... until the little HAIRBALL was born.

Mufasa:
[Lowering his head and meeting Scar eye to eye] That "hairball" is my son... and your future king.

Scar:
Ohh, I shall practice my curtsy.

[Scar turns away and starts to exit]

Mufasa:
[Warning] Don't turn your back on ME, Scar.

Scar:
[Looking back] Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps YOU shouldn't turn YOUR back on me.

Mufasa:
[Roars and literally jumps in front of Scar, baring his teeth for the first time] IS THAT A CHALLENGE?!

Scar:
Temper, temper. I wouldn't DREAM of challenging you.

Zazu:
Pity! Why not?

Scar:
[Looking at Zazu] Well, as far as brains go, I got the lion's share. But, when it comes to BRUTE STRENGTH [looking at Mufasa] ...I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool.

[Exit Scar]

Zazu:
[Deep sigh] There's one in every family, sire... TWO in mine, actually. [perches on Mufasa's shoulder] And they always manage to ruin special occasions.

Mufasa:
What am I going to do with him?

Zazu:
He'd make a very handsome throw rug.

Mufasa:
Zazu!

Zazu:
And just think, whenever he gets dirty, you can take him out and BEAT him.

[Mufasa laughs]