Scar:
It's tough at the top
I deserve a companion, a mate
Who will start my cylinder's firing with fervor
And you, my sweet thing, fit the part!
Nala:
Excuse me?
Scar:
A king alone is a sad situation indeed
But a king without heirs?
Now that's a tragedy...
Nala:
You can't be serious.
Scar:
I've never been more serious
Be prepared for a stunning proposal
That power and beauty should bond
Which cannot but fail to ensure cries of hail to
The chief and his consort, the sine qua non sort
Of ruling ascendance, our line of descendants
Will flow through the pride and beyond!