Tarzan: Why am I so different?
Kala: Because you’re covered with mud. That’s why.
Tarzan: Kerchak said I don’t belong in the family.
Kala: Never mind what Kerchak said. Now, hold still!
Tarzan: But, look at me!
Kala: I am, Tarzan. And do you know what I see? I see two eyes, like mine. And a nose…somewhere. Ahh… here! Two ears! And, let’s see. What else?
Tarzan: Two hands?
Kala: That’s right…we’re exactly the same.

HUH?

I have often dreamed
Of a far off place
Where a hero’s welcome
Would be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
When they see my face
And a voice keeps saying
This is where I’m meant to be

Hercules. He comes on with this big, innocent farmboy routine…
- Meg