ABIS MAL: You're... a genie?
JAFAR: You are astonishingly perceptive.
ABIS MAL: If you're a genie, then don't I get wishes?
JAFAR: Yes, three wishes. That is a minor formality. But, first, I must go to Agrabah. You will take the lamp there for me.
Then... you need me. I'll take you to Agrabah but, first, I want my wishes.
JAFAR: Why, you... You shall have your wishes.
ABIS MAL: I shall? I mean, of course I shall! Oh, I want... I want riches, treasure! Let's see, I know... I wish for the legendary sunken treasure ship of Coeur du Mer!
JAFAR: Your wish is my command. Poor sweet baby. Aren't we enjoying our wish? Perhaps you wish me to return you to the desert?
ABIS MAL: Yes!
JAFAR: Very well. That was two wishes. Take your time with the third. Or you will wish you had never been born. On the other hand, if you cooperate with me... I will see that you are amply rewarded.
ABIS MAL: Rewarded?
JAFAR: First, you will help me get revenge on a certain street rat by the name of... Aladdin.
ABIS MAL: Aladdin?! I want revenge on him, too! He robbed me, turned my men against me and he fought dirty! My brilliant swordsmanship availed me nought! I hate when I do that.
JAFAR: Let's not be too hasty, my simple-minded friend. It's not enough that we simply destroy Aladdin. After all, there are things so much worse than death.