JASMINE: Hmm. I'm rich too, you know.
JASMINE: The daughter of a sultan
ALADDIN: I know.
JASMINE: A fine prize for any prince to marry.
ALADDIN: Uh, right. Right. A prince like me.
GENIE: Warning! Warning!
JASMINE: Right, a prince like you. And every other stuffed shirt, swaggering, peacock I've met!
GENIE: Mayday! Mayday!
JASMINE: Just go jump off a balcony!
GENIE: Stop her! Stop her! Do you want me to sting her?
ALADDIN: Buzz off!
GENIE: Okay, fine. But remember—bee yourself!
ALADDIN: Yeah, right!
ALADDIN: Uh, you're right. You aren't just some prize to be won. You should be free to make your own choice. I'll go now.
Aladdin's got Jasmine all wrong. He thinks he needs wealth and social status to win her heart, but she fell in love with the poor kid from the marketplace. She doesn't want some high-class prince who's only after money and power. She wants someone who loves her and respects her for who she is.