Mufasa: SARABI…

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.

Awh man!