"Three wishes, to be exact. And ixnay on the wishing for more wishes. That's all. (turns into a slot machine) Three. (popping out of the slot machine) Uno, dos, tres. (as Groucho Marx) No substitutions, exchanges or refunds."
— Genie, Aladdin (1992, Disney)
Sahjhan: Thank you mortal, for releasing me from my cursed prison. In gratitude I grant you three wishes.
Connor: Really?
Sahjhan: Nah, I'm just messin' with you.
Connor: Really?
Sahjhan: Nah, I'm just messin' with you.
— Angel
(Polnareff discovers Judgment's lamp.)
Polnareff: Whoa! What's this...uh curry-serving sorta container? Looks like one of those Magical LLLLLLLLamps. There are plant... plan... plenty of things that don't look like they seem.
(Polnareff shrugs.)
Polnareff: Not so sure, but it seems very valuable. Let's try some rubbin'! Rub rub rub rub rub!
(Polnareff rubs the magic lamp.)
Polnareff: Whooooaaaaah!
(Polnareff is launched into the air.)
Narrator: Polnareff was launched 3 meters into the air from the pressure of the magi... lamp, but that is irrelevant.
Polnareff What the heck was that?!
(Polnareff spots Judgment.)
Polnareff: What the heck are you?!
Judgment: Finally free from the LLLLLLLLamp!
Polnareff: A new Stand?! Chariot!
(Polnareff summons Silver Chariot and tries to attack Judgment. He fails and gets punched in the face by Judgment.)
Polnareff: How strong!
Judgment: What is the meaning of this assault on me? I am a genie that was sealed away in this lamp.
Polnareff: A genie from a lamp?
(Polnareff points at Judgment.)
Polnareff: This ain't some fantasy bullcrap. Don't sprout that bullshit, dumbass!
Judgment: Anything. Three. Three wishes I will grant thee. Your wishes will be granted without question, muyhnaghahehaha.
Polnareff: You'll grant my wishes? If what you're saying is true, then prove it by making me rich!
Judgment: Your first wish is granted. Hail 2 U!
(Judgment grants Polnareff's wish.)
Polnareff: Whoa! A pile of wealth!
Narrator: Polnareff was buried with a pile of wealth.
(A huge pile of gold falls on top of Polnareff. Beatrice is laughing at Polnareff.)
Polnareff: Dying!
Polnareff: Whoa! What's this...uh curry-serving sorta container? Looks like one of those Magical LLLLLLLLamps. There are plant... plan... plenty of things that don't look like they seem.
(Polnareff shrugs.)
Polnareff: Not so sure, but it seems very valuable. Let's try some rubbin'! Rub rub rub rub rub!
(Polnareff rubs the magic lamp.)
Polnareff: Whooooaaaaah!
(Polnareff is launched into the air.)
Narrator: Polnareff was launched 3 meters into the air from the pressure of the magi... lamp, but that is irrelevant.
Polnareff What the heck was that?!
(Polnareff spots Judgment.)
Polnareff: What the heck are you?!
Judgment: Finally free from the LLLLLLLLamp!
Polnareff: A new Stand?! Chariot!
(Polnareff summons Silver Chariot and tries to attack Judgment. He fails and gets punched in the face by Judgment.)
Polnareff: How strong!
Judgment: What is the meaning of this assault on me? I am a genie that was sealed away in this lamp.
Polnareff: A genie from a lamp?
(Polnareff points at Judgment.)
Polnareff: This ain't some fantasy bullcrap. Don't sprout that bullshit, dumbass!
Judgment: Anything. Three. Three wishes I will grant thee. Your wishes will be granted without question, muyhnaghahehaha.
Polnareff: You'll grant my wishes? If what you're saying is true, then prove it by making me rich!
Judgment: Your first wish is granted. Hail 2 U!
(Judgment grants Polnareff's wish.)
Polnareff: Whoa! A pile of wealth!
Narrator: Polnareff was buried with a pile of wealth.
(A huge pile of gold falls on top of Polnareff. Beatrice is laughing at Polnareff.)
Polnareff: Dying!
"Imagine if you had three wishes, three hopes, three dreams... and they could all come true."
"It always goes the same way. The first wish — something stupid. Like a giant sandwich or something. (See, it's that sandwich wish that made us make this video.) The second wish — a big reality changer. Something that involves money and power... until it goes horribly awry, which leads us to the third wish: 'I wish I never met you!'"
— Norm the Genie, The Fairly OddParents!, "Fairy Idol"
Flying Dutchman: Tell ya' what. You give me back the sock, and I'll give you... three wishes!
Patrick: Make it five!
Flying Dutchman: Four!
Patrick: Three. Take it or leave it!
Flying Dutchman: (beat) Oookay. Uhh... three. You get three wishes.
Patrick: Make it five!
Flying Dutchman: Four!
Patrick: Three. Take it or leave it!
Flying Dutchman: (beat) Oookay. Uhh... three. You get three wishes.