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Pumbaa: Bowling for Buzzards. |
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Pumba: What's eatin' you kid? Timon: Nothing, he's at the top of the food chain. |
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Pumbaa: They call me "Mister Pig"! |
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Pumbaa: Yeah, home is where your rump rests. |
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Pumbaa: Timon, ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there? Timon: Pumbaa, I don't wonder; I know. Pumbaa: Oh. What are they? Timon: They're fireflies that got stuck up in that bluish-black thing. Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away. Timon: Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas. |
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[Eating a grub from a rotten log] Pumbaa: Slimy ... yet satisfying. |
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Pumbaa: She's gonna eat me! |