Genie: Oy! Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck.
Genie: Yo, Rugman! Haven't seen you in a few millennia. Give me some tassel.
Genie: But oh, to be free. Not to have to go "Poof! What do you need, "Poof! What do you need, Poof! What do you need?" To be my own master. Such a thing would be greater than all the magic and all the treasures in all the world. But what am I talking about? Let's get real here, that's never gonna happen. Genie, wake up and smell the hummus.
Genie: Say, you're a lot smaller than my last master. Either that, or I'm getting bigger. Look at me from the side. Do I look different to you?
Jafar: Sire, I must intercede on Jasmine's behalf. This boy is no different than the others. What makes him think he is worthy of the princess?
Aladdin: Your majesty, I am Prince Ali Ababwa. Just let her meet me. I will win your daughter.
Princess Jasmine: How dare you? All of you! Standing around deciding my future. I am not a prize to be won!
Jafar: Now, pussycat, tell me more about...myself.
Jafar: How many times do I have to kill you, boy?