The society that separates its scholars from its warriors will have its thinking done by cowards and its fighting by fools.
Mufasa: Don't turn your back on me, Scar!
Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me.
Mufasa: (angrily roars and approaches Scar) Is that a challenge?!
Scar: Temper, temper! I wouldn't dream of challenging you.
Zazu: Pity. Why not?
Scar: Well, as far as brains go, I got the lion's share. But when it comes to brute strength... I'm afraid I am at the shallow end of the gene pool.
