ALADDIN: What would you wish for?
GENIE: Me? No one's ever asked me that before. Well, in my case, ah, forget it.
ALADDIN: What? No, tell me.
ALADDIN: You're a prisoner?
GENIE: It's all part-and-parcel of the whole genie gig. Phenomenal cosmic powers! Itty-bitty living space
ALADDIN: Genie, that's terrible.
GENIE: But, oh, to be free. Not 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, here? Let's get real here. It's not gonna happen. Genie, wake up and smell the hummus.
ALADDIN: Why not?
GENIE: The only way I get outta this is if my master wishes me out. So you can guess how often that's happened.
ALADDIN: I'll do it. I'll set you free.
GENIE: Uh huh, right.
ALADDIN: No, really, I promise. After make my first two wishes, I'll use my third wish to set you free.
GENIE: Well, here's hopin'.
Awww. This is where we really start to feel for the Genie. He's not just some Santa Claus-type wish granter—he's a being with hopes and dreams. He wants to be free, not trapped in some lamp for the next 10,000 years. And Aladdin's gonna make it happen. Maybe…