Sarabi: WHAT.
Mufasa: WHERE’S THE ZEBRA HERD?
Sarabi: WHAT.
Mufasa: WHERE. IS. THE. ZEBRA. HERD.
Sarabi: THEY, UHHH… THEY LEFT.
Mufasa: WHAT.
Sarabi: WHY DO YOU NEED TO KNOW?
Mufasa: YOUR SON’S HUNGRY.
Sarabi: NUH-UH. NO WAY. I’VE BEEN DEALING WITH HIM FOR THREE MONTHS—HE’S YOUR HEIR.
Mufasa: BUT HE’S NEEDS YOU.
Sarabi: YOUR PRIDE NEEDS ME SINCE YOU NEVER COMMUNICATE.
Mufasa: YOU BETTER FIND OUT WHERE THAT HERD IS, SARABI—THE FUTURE OF THE PRIDE DEPENDS ON IT.
Sarabi: I’M YOUR QUEEN—I GAVE YOU YOUR SON. WITHOUT ME, THERE’D BE NO FUTURE.
