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.}
Scar: {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.
