Djinn: My patience wears thin.
Alexandra Amberson: What are you going to do, kill me? Where's your third wish then?
Djinn: I don't need you dead, Alexandra. I just need you to wish you were.
Nathaniel Demerest: Step aside, doorman.
Johnny Valentine: Doorman? The name is Valentine. Johnny Valentine. You'd better remember when they ask you how you lost your eye.
The Djinn: I claim that which is owed.
Djinn: Run, insect. Run and tell those you will, what you will. Tell them there is something loose in their city which feeds on wishes. But tell them quickly, while you still have a soul.
Djinn: You wish to know what I am? To you, I am this: The cry of the abandoned child. The whimper of the whipped beast. I am the face that stares back at you from the shadows of your mirror. The hollowness at the heart of all your hopes, Alexandra. I AM despair.
Alexandra Amberson: A djinn? A genie?
Wendy: Now hold on a minute. Forget what our culture has made of the Djinn. Forget Barbara Eden. Forget Robin Williams. To the people of ancient Arabia, the Djinn was neither cute not funny. It was something else entirely. It was the face of fear itself.
Alexandra Amberson: Why don't you go to bed? I don't want you to worry.
Shannon Amberson: Can you can the big sister act for one night?
Djinn: Listen to their screams, child, listen to the music of their agony.
Beaumont: My God.
Djinn: Not yet, human. Soon... very soon I will be.
Ed Finney: Does the word dumbass mean anything to you?
The Djinn: Going my way?
Answer: There's no known answer to this, but one thought is it would be very difficult for anyone, at some point and without thinking, not to wish for something, particularly something frivolous. Something like, "I wish it would stop raining." Theoretically, the Djinn could then use a "loophole" by granting the person's wish three times without them realizing it. If the person somehow never wished for anything, then presumably the Djinn would remain captive.
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