Hey, Timon. Do you ever look up there and wonder what those sparkly dots are? Oh, Pumbaa....

Pumbaa: [referring to the stars] Hey, Timon. Do you ever look up there and wonder what those sparkly dots are? Timon: Oh, Pumbaa. I don't wonder. I know. Pumbaa: Really? What are they? Timon: They're fireflies. Fireflies that got stuck on that big bluish-black thing. Pumbaa: Oh, I guess that makes sense. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away. Timon: Oh, Pumbaa, why is everything always gas with you? Pumbaa: I know. Timon: What do you think, Simba? Pumbaa: Yeah. Simba: Oh, I don't know. But somebody once told me, the great kings of the past are up there. And they're all watching over us. [Timon and Pumbaa start laughing] Pumbaa: That's a good one! That's insane! That's insane! Timon: Royal dead guys watching over us! Well, I hope they don't fall out of the sky! Pumbaa: Hang on, your majesty! Don't let go! Timon: Oh, that would be a mess. Pumbaa: Oh, man! Timon: I mean, Simba, think about it. Why would a bunch of kings be looking out for us? We're outcasts. Pumbaa: Royal warthogs. Timon: I can't! Timon: I can't! Pumbaa: I actually can't. Timon: I can't. Pumbaa: No, you can. I can't. [Timon laughs again] Simba: Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's stupid I'm going to go get some grubs or something [looking sad, Simba gets up and leaves] Timon: What did you say to him? Pumbaa: I don't know. Timon: As you were saying it, I thought, "This won't end well" you just start laughing. Pumbaa: You laughed too. Timon: I did not. I would never. Pumbaa: Man, I blew it.