[Timon and Pumbaa have found their dream home; Timon is talking to himself, Pumbaa is making a celebration supper]

Timon: The monkey was right! We found it! The perfect life!

Pumbaa: I'll just whip up a little something.

Timon: He had the perfect name for it, too.

Pumbaa: Come and get it!

Timon: [sits at a rock] Such a wonderful phrase. It had this rhythm. Laduda Ladada.

Pumbaa: Try this - hot tuna frittata.

Timon: Hmm. No, that's not it.

Pumbaa: The spinach armada.

Timon: Quiet, Pumbaa. I'm trying to think.

Pumbaa: A spoon of ricotta.

Timon: Two words.

Pumbaa: A wormy piccata.

Timon: Six syllables.

Pumbaa: Kahuna colada.

Timon: Twelve letters.

Pumbaa: A blue enchilada.

Timon: Rhymes with... .

Pumbaa: Legumes on a platter.

Timon: Think, think, think.

Pumbaa: [poking a dish] This oughta be hotta.

Timon: I forget.

Pumbaa: I gotta lambada!

[dances right into Timon]

Timon: HEY! How can you dance at a time like this? I'm DYIN' here!... . Ooh, sorry about that, pal.

Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata.

Timon: ....Come again?

Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata - It means "no worries". Ah-ohhhh... .