Prince John: (grunts) Sheriff, release her... (grunts) I mean, release the prisoner!
Sheriff: Untie the prisoner?
Saloma: The Pumbaa's tail like a gun points at Prince John.
Prince John: Sheriff, I make the rules, and since the real life, I am the head man... That so mean, Timon's Secret Weapon.
Marko: Ooh, what a main event this is. (Marko chuckles)
(Saloma shouting)
Marko: What a beautiful brawl.
(Bang like a Explode Guard's Critical Butt)
Marko: Hey! Who's drivin' this flyin' umbrella?
(horn blares)
(trumpeting, grunting)