"[Timon: I was just trying to shed a little light on our pathetic existence.] Timon, this can't go on. Just this month, you've pulled down four walls and collapsed two tunnel exits. We have to look after each other. Our survival depends on it. [Timon: What's the point? All we do is dig so we can hide, and hide so we can dig. I want to be where we don't have to dig tunnels and live with our heads stuck in the sand. What's so bad about dreaming of a better home?] I want to show you something. Look, Timon. Go on, look. Look out to the horizon, past the trees, over the grasslands. Everything the light touches belongs to someone else. [Timon: Funny, I thought you were going a whole different direction with this.]"