Couldn't find any so I made one...
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The Script
Simba: Nala? Is it really you?
Nala: Who are you?
Simba: It's me. Simba.
Nala: Simba? {Pause for realization} Whoah! Well how did you.. where did you come from... it's great to see YOU... (etc)
Simba: Aaah! How did you... who... wow... this is cool... it's great to see you...
Timon: Hey, what's goin' on here?
Simba: {Still to Nala} What are you doing here?
Nala: What do you mean, "What am I doing here?" What are you doing here?
Timon: HEY! WHAT'S GOIN' ON HERE!?!?!
Simba: Timon, this is Nala. She's my best friend!
Timon: {Thoroughly confused} Friend?!?
Simba: Yeah. Hey, Pumbaa, come over here. Nala, this is Pumbaa. Pumbaa, Nala.
Pumbaa: Pleased to make your acquaintance.
Nala: The pleasure's all mine.
Timon: How do you do.. Whoa! Whoa. Time out.. Lemme get this straight. You know her. She knows you. But she wants to eat him. And everybody's... okay with this? DID I MISS SOMETHING?!?
Simba: Relax, Timon.
Nala: Wait till everybody finds out you've been here all this time! And your mother... what will she think?
Simba: {Misunderstanding} She doesn't have to know. Nobody has to know.
Nala: Well, of course they do. Everyone thinks you're dead.
Simba: They do?
Nala: Yeah. Scar told us about the stampede.
Simba: He did? Well... {beginning to see something} what else did he tell you?
Nala: What else matters? You're alive. and that means... you're the king.
Timon: King? Pbbb. Lady, have you got your lions crossed.
Pumbaa: King? Your Majesty! I gravel at your feet. {Noisily kisses Simba's paw}
Simba: Stop it.
Timon: {To Pumbaa} It's not "gravel." It's "grovel." And DON'T-- he's not the king. {to Simba} Are ya?
Simba: No.
Nala: Simba!?
Simba: No, I'm not the king. Maybe I was gonna be, but... that was a long time ago.
Timon: Let me get this straight. You're the king? And you never told us?
Simba: Look, I'm still the same guy.
Timon: {Enthusiastic} But with power!
Nala: {Apologetic} Could you guys... excuse us for a few minutes?
Timon: Hey, {taps Pumbaa} whatever she has to say, she can say in front of us. Right, Simba?
Simba: Hmm. Maybe you'd better go.
Timon: {Aghast, then resigned} It starts. You think you know a guy...
{Pumbaa and Timon pad off. Pumbaa sighs.}
Simba: Timon and Pumbaa. You learn to love 'em. What? ...What is it?
Nala: {Quietly} It's like you're back from the dead. You don't know how much this will mean to everyone. {Pained expression} ...What it means to me.
Simba: Hey, it's okay.
Nala: {Purring} I've really missed you.
Simba: I've missed you too.
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