Timon & Pumbaa interrupt The Lion King 1½

Timon: Pumbaa, how can a rock be proud? It's a rock!
Pumbaa: Well, I think it's because a "pride" is what they call a group of lions.
Timon: Oh, sure, the lions get Pride Rock. And what about us meerkats? Where I come from we didn't have nothin' to be proud of. Why: {clears throat; singing} When I was a young meerkat...
Pumbaa: {singing} When he was a young meerkat...! {blows Timon off his seatback}
Timon: {peevishly} Very nice.
Pumbaa: Thanks!
Timon: But maybe it'd be safer if I just show 'em where I came from.
Pumbaa: Oh, boy! Do we get to see where you grew up?
Timon: Yeah, Pumbaa, but it ain't pretty.

Suede is the look for this fall.
Timon: Hey, what's goin' on? Pumbaa, you're sitting on the remote.
Pumbaa: Huh? Oh, sorry. I thought it was a brownie.

Timon: How convenient. Enter omniscient monkey, right on cue.
Pumbaa: Well, you know what they say. When the student is ready, the teacher appears.
Timon: That's it. No more fortune cookies for you. {Timon clicks the remote; the movie resumes.}

Pumbaa: {shocked} You really think I look fat?
Timon: Uhh, Pumbaa, Pumbaa, Pumbaa. You're a pig. It's a compliment!
Pumbaa: {mollified} Oh-ho-ho. Thank you!

Pumbaa: You mind if I pause it for a second?
Timon: Sure, go ahead.
Pumbaa: Be right back!
{Timon cracks his neck one way and then the other, grunting. As Pumbaa clatters off-screen, Timon scratches in his ear, sniffs, hums "It's a Small World After All", and casually picks his nose. Just as the sound of a popcorn popper comes to a stop, Timon pulls out a big booger, which squishes between his fingertips. He gasps as he realizes Pumbaa is coming back. He frantically looks for a tissue; seeing none, he tries to shake it off his hand, then to flick it off. Finally he wipes it on the seat just as Pumbaa returns, with a huge bag of bugs.} Pumbaa: Okay, I got the jumbo so we could share. {He pauses for a beat, as he realizes Timon is just sitting there stock-still.} ...Were you just picking your nose?
Timon: {indignantly} Nooo, I had an itch on the inside! {He grabs some bugs and chows down, then clicks the remote. The movie resumes, with Timon and Pumbaa plummeting down the waterfall and screaming.}

Pumbaa: {shocked} Timon? Are you crying?
Timon: {sobbing} I'm fine! I—I just have something in my eye.
Pumbaa: {holding out a hanky} Here, blow.
Timon: Ohh. {blows his nose; hands the hanky back} Here, Pumbaa.
Pumbaa: {sarcastically} Gee, thanks.
Timon: {getting a hold of himself} Okay. I'm better.

Timon: It means no worries, for the rest of your day—Wait a second. {Camera pulls back to show the silhouettes. Timon is singing into a microphone; Pumbaa is chewing and crunching on something. Timon pauses the movie.} Timon: {quietly} Pumbaa... where's the grub?
Pumbaa: Puhh. {opens his mouth; the ladybug staggers out, all mauled up}
Timon: {exasperated} Ohhh. You just can't help yourself, can you?
Pumbaa: Sorry.
Timon: Okay... but this time, show a little self control.

Timon: What was with the running? If you can call that "running."
Pumbaa: I was giving you time to catch up.
Timon: {choked up} Aw, you big lug.