Gaston: Hello, Belle.
Belle: Bonjour Gaston. (Gaston grabs the book from Belle) Gaston, may I have my book, please?
Gaston: How can you read this? There’s no pictures!
Belle: Well, some people use their imaginations.
Gaston: Belle, it’s about time you got your head out of those books (tossing book into the mud) and paid attention to more important things. . .like me! The whole town’s talking about it. It’s not right for a woman to read–soon she starts getting ideas. . . and thinking.
Belle: Gaston, you are positively primeval.
Timon: Please don’t eat me.
Pumbaa: Drop ’em!
Banzai: Hey! Who’s the pig?
Pumbaa: Are you talkin’ to me?
Timon: Uh-oh, they called him a pig.
Pumbaa: Are you talking to *me*?
Timon: Ya shouldn’t have done that.
Pumbaa: ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
Timon: Now they’re in for it.
Pumbaa: THEY CALL ME MR. PIG! AHHHH!