If you wish to kill something, you might want to stay downwind. I know how to hunt, Uncle...

Scar: [Simba has unsuccessfully tried to hunt a beetle] If you wish to kill something, you might want to stay downwind. Young Simba: I know how to hunt, Uncle Scar. Scar: Well let's hope we're never attacked by a beetle, go back to your den Simba, I don't babysit. Young Simba: Babysit? I'm gonna be the King of Pride Rock, my Dad showed me the whole kingdom said I'm going to rule it all. Scar: Is that so? Young Simba: Think about it, when I'm king- I'll have to give you orders, tell you what to do, how weird is that? Scar: You've no idea. So your dad showed you the whole kingdom, did he show you the shadows beyond the northern borders? Young Simba: No, he said I can't go there, but... Scar: And he's absolutely... right. An Elephant Graveyard is no place for a young prince. Young Simba: An Elephant Graveyard, whoa. Scar: [feigning surprise] Aah, I've said to much, well I'd supposed you'd of found out sooner or later, you being king and all. Young Simba: You've been there? Scar: We've all been there, it's no place for a cub, all those rotting bones, burning pools of oozing mud. Young Simba: Rotting bones, oozing mud. Scar: Promise me you'll stay away Simba. Now you run along, and remember its our little secret... Your Majesty.