Nathan Lane

Carl Kapinas:

All great art comes from pain.

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Preed:

An intelligent guard. I didn't see that one coming.

Albert Goldman / Starina:	I know what you're thinking: dress like this, I'm even more obvious.
Albert Goldman / Starina:	Tannins?!
Albert Goldman / Starina:	Tannins?

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Timon:	What's going on here?!!
Timon:	What's going on here?

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Timon:

Woah! Jeez, why do I always have to save your a-aaaaahhhhh!

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Uncle Albert:

It's all relative.

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The Evil Queen:	Brighton, a word, please.
Brighton:	Yes, Your Majesty.
The Evil Queen:	Loose lips, sink ships.
Brighton:	Yes, indeed, Your Majesty. Exactly which ship would you like sunk?
The Evil Queen:	It's an expression, Brighton!

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Uncle Albert:

Reality is really an illusion.

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Phil Webster:

Virgil, you can see a lot, but none of that matters if you lose sight of what you want.

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Phil Webster:

Basically, your eyes work, but you brain hasn't learned to process the information. You are mentally blind.

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Pumbaa:	Ya know, in times like these, my buddy Timon says "You gotta put your behind in the past"
Pumbaa:	Ya know, in times like these, my buddy Timon says 'You gotta put your behind in the past'
Timon:	No, no, no....amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. It's "You gotta put your past behind ya."
Timon:	No, no, no....amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. It's 'You gotta put your past behind ya.'

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Banzai:	Hey, who's the pig?
Pumbaa:	Are you talking to me?
Timon:	Oh, you called him a pig.
Timon:	You shouldn't have done that.
Pumbaa:	ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
Timon:	Now you're in for it!
Pumbaa:	THEY CALLED ME, MR. PIG!

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Timon:	(Singing) Luau! If you're hungry for a hunk of fat & juicy meat Eat my buddy, Pumbaa, here because he is a treat Come on down and dine on this tasty swine All you gotta do is get in line! Are you aching? adsf a
Timon:	[singing] Luau! If you're hungry for a hunk of fat & juicy meat Eat my buddy, Pumbaa, here because he is a treat Come on down and dine on this tasty swine All you gotta do is get in line! Are you aching?
Pumbaa:	Yup, yup, yup!
Timon:	(Singing) For some bacon?!
Timon:	[singing] For some bacon?!
Timon:	(Singing) He's a big pig!
Timon:	[singing] He's a big pig!
Pumbaa:	Yup, yup!
Pumbaa:	(Singing) You can be a big pig, too! Oi!
Pumbaa:	[singing] You can be a big pig, too! Oi!

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Leopold Bloom:	Thank you very much for smiling. That helped a great deal.
Max Bialystock:	Well, you know what they say. Smile and the whole world smiles with you. Ha ha ha (Whispers to Shakespeare bust) This man belongs in a strait jacket!
Max Bialystock:	Well, you know what they say. Smile and the whole world smiles with you. Ha ha ha [whispers to Shakespeare bust] This man belongs in a strait jacket!

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Timon:	This stinks
Timon:	This stinks.
Pumbaa:	Oops! Sorry.
Timon:	Not you, them.

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Snowbell:

I'm alive! I'm alive!

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Falcon:	I'll be back with you later, furball!
Snowbell:	Don't hurry!

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Snowbell:	[Teasing Stuart] One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do! Ha ha ha ha!
Stuart Little:	[Hands on hips; sarcastically] Ha, ha, ha.

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Snowbell:	Go away! There's no food here!
Monty:	Please??
Snowbell:	Shoo!

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Monty:	Hey, Snow. What's wrong with you?
Snowbell:	Nothing.
Monty:	You know, you're the one acting strange. What is it, worms? Fleas? Yeah, you look pale. Eww. Maybe you should see a vet.
Snowbell:	A vet?! What a swell idea! Do you know one? I'm not happy with mine. He makes us wait and his hands are always cold!
Monty:	[After seeing the door close] What was that?
Snowbell:	What was that what?
Monty:	What-- what was that... what?
Snowbell:	[Confused] Huh?

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Snowbell:

Talk to the butt.

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Snowbell:	[Lunges at Stuart] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH...
Stuart Little:	[Jumps off of the trash bin, which he then opens up]
Snowbell:	...AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH... [Falls into the trash bin, which then closes] OW!!
Stuart Little:	[Runs away]
Snowbell:	[Crawling out of the trash bin] All right! No more Mr. Nice Kitty!
Stuart Little:	[Runs back]
Snowbell:	YOU!
Stuart Little:	Aaah! [Runs away]

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Snowbell:

[After Monty farts] WHOA! Phew! That was gross!

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Snowbell:	[Screeches and catches Stuart in his mouth]
Mrs. Little:	Ohh! Snowbell! Drop him right now!
Mr. Little:	You spit Stuart out this instant, Snowbell! Spit him right out!
Mrs. Little:	[Nods]
Snowbell:	[Spits Stuart out]

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Snowbell:

All right! No more Mr. Nice Kitty!

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Monty:	[After seeing the door close] What was that?
Snowbell:	What was that what?
Monty:	What-- what was that... what?
Snowbell:	[Confused] Huh?

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Smokey:	[After Snowbell gets rid of the other cats] Not bad for a *dead* housecat. Say good night... Tinkerbell!
Snowbell:	[Gulps]
Stuart Little:	[Sing-song voice] Hey, Smokey!
Smokey:	[Turns to look at Stuart]
Stuart Little:	[Grabbing ahold of a branch] His name is Snowbell! [Lets go of the branch, which hits Smokey in the face]
Snowbell:	[Flinches]
Smokey:	AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! [Splashes into the water]

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Stuart Little:	[Upon meeting Monty] Oh, hello. You must be a friend of Snowbell's. I'm Stuart.
Monty:	Aren't you gonna run?
Stuart Little:	Why?
Monty:	'Cause you're a mouse?
Stuart Little:	I'm-- I'm not just a mouse. I'm-- I'm also a member of this family.
Snowbell:	[Starting to get embarrassed] Ohhh...
Monty:	A mouse with a pet cat? [Rolls on the counter laughing] A mouse with a pet cat?!
Stuart Little:	I guess that-- that is... pretty funny!
Monty:	Pretty funny?! I'm gonna wet my fur! A mouse with a pet cat!
Stuart Little:	[Laughs]
Monty:	Ha ha! [To Snowbell] He's your little master! Ho ho, wait 'til the boys hear about this! Ho ho!
Snowbell:	Ohhhh! The humiliation!
Monty:	[Laughs along with Stuart]
Snowbell:	[To Stuart, angrily] I'm gonna KILL YOU!
Stuart Little:	Oh, dear! [Jumps off the counter]
Snowbell:	[Sees Stuart running away] Come back here!

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Pumbaa:	I ate like a pig.
Timon:	You are a pig, Pumba.

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Ernie Smuntz:

I don't think we're dealing with an ordinary mouse...

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Max Bialystock:	What happened?
Ulla:	Tidy up! Make look nice?

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Hold Me-Touch Me:	... How about the virgin milkmaid, and the well hung stableboy?
Hold Me-Touch Me:	...How about the virgin milkmaid, and the well hung stableboy?
Max Bialystock:	Oh... ohohoho. Today?
Hold Me-Touch Me:	Don"t worry, I'll be gentle! Oh, this milk is so heavy! I don't think I'll ever make it to the house. You there, well hung stableboy! Would you care to help me with my milk?
Max Bialystock:	But of course, little lady. First I'll take your milk... and then, I'll take, your virginity!!!
Max Bialystock:	But of course, little lady. First I'll take your milk... and then, I'll take, your virginity!

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Max Bialystock:	There's a lot more to you than there is to you!!
Max Bialystock:	There's a lot more to you than there is to you!

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Franz Liebkind:	.... And swear my eternal alleigence to Adolf Elizabeth Hitler.
Max Bialystock:	(with Bloom) And swear my eternal aleigence to ... Elizabeth?
Franz Liebkind:	Ja! Not many people know this, but the fuhrer was descended from a long line of English queens.

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Timon:

Eat my buddy pumba here because he is a treat!

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Pumbaa:	Maybe you should look beyond the big pointy rock.
Timon:	Hey, I know: maybe I should look BEYOND the big pointy rock!

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Timon:

What do you want me to do? Dress in drag and do the hula?

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Armand Goldman:	I think I need a doctor.
Albert Goldman / Starina:	Oh, don't be silly. It isn't even swollen.
Armand Goldman:	Maybe we should go to the emergency room. Y'know I can get it x-rayed.
Albert Goldman / Starina:	Oh, dear, you're overreacting Don't be such a baby. Just sit down on the-AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! We've been robbed.
Albert Goldman / Starina:	Oh, dear, you're overreacting Don't be such a baby. Just sit down on the-AAAAAAHHHHHH! We've been robbed.

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Timon:	Gee. He looks blue.
Pumbaa:	I'd say brownish-gold.
Timon:	No, no, no, no. I mean he's depressed.
Pumbaa:	Oh.

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Timon:	Hey, where are you going?
Simba:	Nowhere.

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Timon:	You okay kid?
Simba:	I guess so...
Pumbaa:	You nearly died.
Timon:	I saved you!
Pumbaa:	[Snorts]
Pumbaa:	[snorts]
Timon:	Well, uh, Pumbaa helped. A little.

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Timon:	O.K, so how are we going to get past those hyenas?
Simba:	Well, we need some bait.
Timon:	O.K. (Realising) Hey!
Simba:	Oh, c'mon!
Timon:	What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?

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Timon:	(Cheering while Nala and Simba fight, turns around to Pumbaa) See, I told you having a lion on our side wasn't such a bad idea.
Timon:	[cheering while Nala and Simba fight, turns around to Pumbaa] See, I told you having a lion on our side wasn't such a bad idea.

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Timon:	Hakuna matata!
Young Simba:	Hakuna matata?
Pumbaa:	It's our motto.
Young Simba:	What's a motto?
Timon:	I don't know, what's the matter with you?

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Pumbaa:	What's eating you?
Timon:	Nothing, he's at the top of the food chain!

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Snowbell:

I'm a house cat. We're prestigious creatures. We don't just yell, BOMBS AWAY! AND GO WHERE EVER WE ARE!

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Timon:

What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?

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Timon:	Pumbaa, hey. What's going on?
Pumbaa:	She's gonna eat me!
Timon:	Huh? (looks at Nala running towards them) Whoa! Geez, why do I always have to save your- Ahh!
Timon:	Huh? [looks at Nala running towards them] Whoa! Geez, why do I always have to save your- Ahh!
Simba:	(Attacks Nala to protect Timon and Pumbaa)
Simba:	[attacks Nala to protect Timon and Pumbaa]

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Timon:	Hey, he looks blue.
Pumbaa:	I'd say brownish-gold.
Timon:	No,no,no,no, I mean he is depressed.
Timon:	No, no, no. I mean he's depressed.
Pumbaa:	Oh.

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Pumbaa:	What do we do? What do we do?
Timon:	There's one thing, Pumbaa. "When the going gets tough, the tough get going." That's our motto.
Timon:	There's one thing, Pumbaa. 'When the going gets tough, the tough get going.' That's our motto.
Pumbaa:	I thought our motto was, "Hakuna Matata."
Pumbaa:	I thought our motto was, 'Hakuna Matata.'
Timon:	Pumbaa, stop living in the past! We need a new motto. Yee-haw. (Both screaming "for war," lion roars at them, both scream) Like I said, "Let's get going!"
Timon:	Pumbaa, stop living in the past! We need a new motto. Yee-haw. [both screaming 'for war,' lion roars at them, both scream] Like I said, 'let's get going!

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Timon:	Geez, it's a lion! Run Pumbaa! Move it!
Pumbaa:	Hey, Timon! It's just a little lion. Look at him. So cute, and all alone. Can we keep him?
Timon:	Pumbaa, are you nuts!? We're talking about a lion. Lions eat guys like us!
Pumbaa:	But he's so little.
Timon:	It's gonna get bigger.
Pumbaa:	Maybe he'll be on our side.
Timon:	Ha! That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard! Maybe he'll be... Wait, I got it. What if he is on our side? You know having a lion around might not be such a bad idea.

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Timon:

Hakuna Matata

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Timon:	...just us and the little guy.
Timon:	Just us and the little guy.
Rafiki:	hehehe.. It's a girl.
Rafiki:	[laughing] It's a girl.
Timon:	oh, A GIRL!!!???
Timon:	Oh, a girl?!

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Timon:

The good news is, we found your daughter. The bad news is, we dropped a warthog on her.

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Timon:

What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?

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Akima:	Well this is great: travel halfway across the galaxy, nearly getting our butt shot off by the Drej, just so we can save the window washer.
Akima:	Well this is great, travel halfway across the galaxy, nearly getting our butt shot off by the Drej, just so we can save the window washer.
Cale:	Hey! For your information I happen to be humanity's last great hope.
Preed:	I weep for the species.

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Preed:	An intelligent guard..didn't see that one coming.
Preed:	[after Stith knocks out the guard outside Akima's cell] An intelligent guard... didn't see that one coming.

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Zazu:	LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT!
Zazu:	[caged while the battle rages around him] Let me out! Let me out!
Timon:	LET ME IN!
Timon:	[fleeing the hyenas] Lemme in! Lemme in!

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Ulla:	God Bless America
Ulla:	God bless America.
Max Bialystock:	God Bless Sweden
Max Bialystock:	God bless Sweden.

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Timon:	That's no king! That's a fuzzy maraca!
Timon:	That's not a king! That's a fuzzy maraca!

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Timon:

Why do I always have to save your...Aaah!

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Simba:	Yes, Timon. This is my home.
Timon:	Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper.

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Pumbaa:	It's our motto.
Young Simba:	What's a motto?
Timon:	Nothing. What's a motto with you?

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