Djinn: My patience wears thin.
Alexandra Amberson: What are you going to do, kill me? Where's your third wish then?
Djinn: I don't need you dead, Alexandra. I just need you to wish you were.
Alexandra Amberson: A djinn? A genie?
Wendy: Now hold on a minute. Forget what our culture has made of the Djinn. Forget Barbara Eden. Forget Robin Williams. To the people of ancient Arabia, the Djinn was neither cute not funny. It was something else entirely. It was the face of fear itself.
Alexandra Amberson: Why don't you go to bed? I don't want you to worry.
Shannon Amberson: Can you can the big sister act for one night?