The 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.

Alexandra Amberson: What happens if I wished you dead?

The Djinn: Why, how remarkably original of you, Alexandra. I'll tell you what. I'll give you one free wish. A sample. Just to get you in the spirit of the game.

Alexandra Amberson: All right. I want you to destroy yourself. Blow your brains out. Right now

The Djinn: Very well.

[He picks up a gun, presses it under his chin, and pulls the trigger, blowing off the top of his head]

The Djinn: [wound heals instantly, surprising Alexandra] That which is eternal cannot die. But if it's any consolation sweet Alex, THAT HURT LIKE HELL!

The Djinn: Listen to their screams, child, listen to the music of their agony.

The 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.

Homeless Man: You left customers in there. That's not a very good way to run a business.

Pharmacist: Don't you tell me how to run my business, you're a fucking bum!

Homeless Man: Well, you don't tell me how to run my life! You're a fucking prick! I'll talk to whoever I want to! You don't own this fucking sidewalk!

Pharmacist: You wanna know something? I do own this fuckin' sidewalk. You wanna know why? Cause I pay fuckin' taxes!

Homeless Man: Fuck you!

Pharmacist: No, fuck you!

Homeless Man: I hope you die, you sack of shit. I hope you die, and I hope you float down the gutter, so I can fuckin' piss on you!

[the Pharmacist loses interest and leaves]

Homeless Man: You big, bald-headed baboon! Miscomplected afterbirth of a Chinese gang-banger! Educated idiot!

[first lines]

[first title card]

Narrator: Once, in a time before time, God breathed life into the universe. And the light gave birth to Angels. And the earth gave birth to Man. And the fire gave birth to the Djinn, creatures condemned to dwell in the void between the worlds. One who wakes a Djinn will be given three wishes. Upon the granting of the third, the unholy legions of the Djinn will be freed to rule the earth. Fear one thing in all there is... FEAR THE DJINN.

Alexandra Amberson: If there's no hope, no magic, I'll have to rely on myself.

The Djinn: [as Wendy] Match wits with a creature older than time? Match wits with a prince of the dark dominions? Pit your tiny twentieth century mind against one who walked the spaces between the worlds, and trod the wings of angels beneath his conquering feet? Alexandra, you're a delight! Really, you are.

Raymond Beaumont: M-My God!

The Djinn: Not yet, human. Soon! Very soon I will be.

The Djinn: Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to have unlimited power, and only be able to use it when some worm asks you for something?

Merritt's Guard: No, I can't say that I do. I can't say that I give a shit, either.

The Djinn: My patience wears thin.

Alexandra Amberson: What are you going to do, kill me? Where's your third wish then?

The Djinn: I don't need you dead, Alexandra. I just need you to wish you were.

Alexandra Amberson: Where's Wendy?

The Djinn: Bedroom. But I wouldn't go in there if I were you. Messy. I needed her face.

Alexandra Amberson: You killed her.

The Djinn: Actually, I can't kill anyone. Not unless they wish me to. Your research should have told you that.

Alexandra Amberson: She didn't wish to be dead, you lying sack of shit!

The Djinn: I showed her my true face. Her reaction wasn't very flattering. As a matter of fact, she got downright hysterical! I merely asked if she wished to be released from her fear. You're a dangerous person to know, Alexandra. Your scientist friend, your boss, the policeman, Wendy. By the by-where is that tasty little sister of yours today?

[licks upper lip slowly]

The Djinn: Going my way?

The Djinn: So, how do you like me so far?

The Djinn: We have unfinished business.

Alexandra Amberson: It's gonna stay unfinished!

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.

Ed Finney: Does the word dumbass mean anything to you?

[after encasing Johnny Valentine in a steel-and-glass box filled with water, with Valentine in a straitjacket]

Nathaniel Demerest: Houdini did it in two and a half minutes.

[calmly walks up the steps and into Beaumont's party]

[last lines]

Alexandra Amberson: So what are we doing tonight?

Josh Aickman: 'We?'

Alexandra Amberson: Oh, what's the matter, Josh? Are you afraid of the complications?

Josh Aickman: Um...

Alexandra Amberson: You know what? I think this could help.

[puts hat on Josh's head]

Alexandra Amberson: Does that help?

Josh Aickman: ...Yeah. Yeah, where are we going tonight?

Alexandra Amberson: Dinner and movie?

Josh Aickman: With me?

Alexandra Amberson: Yeah.

Josh Aickman: Yeah, yeah. I was thinking more about, um... about hot dogs and a ball game.

Alexandra Amberson: [laughs, kisses Josh] Yeah.

Josh Aickman: Um, are you... Are you alright?

Alexandra Amberson: [winks]

Josh Aickman: Alex?

Wendy: [referring to Raymond Beaumont] What an insufferable prick that man is. Still, it's not your problem. Unless, of course, you're stupid enough to be working for him.

Alexandra Amberson: [shaking her head] No.

Wendy: Or sleeping with him.

Alexandra Amberson: [slightly disgusted] No.

Wendy: Oh good. Well, that establishes your discerning good taste.

[turns her attention to something else, then addresses Alex without looking at her]

Wendy: Uh-huh. What can I do for you?

Alexandra Amberson: [assertively] Absolutely nothing at all until I can get your full attention.

Wendy: [turns and stares at her, Alex stares right back] I like you.

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?

The Djinn: [referring to the curses the homeless man shouted] What would you do to have them come true?

Homeless Man: A cigarette and a handshake's about all I got right now, pal.

The Djinn: Not quite. You have a soul.

Homeless Man: That I'd trade for a shower and a jug of jack.

The Djinn: Then the death of your enemy you would consider a bargain?

Homeless Man: You really are fucked up, you know that? But I do like the way you think.

The Djinn: Indulge me, then. What would you have happen? Give it some thought. Enjoy it.

Homeless Man: He should only get cancer. Should only get cancer and die.

The Djinn: As you wish.

Etchison: [about the fire opal] Hey, Clegg gave me a couple hundred. Did I get fucked?

Alexandra Amberson: [walking away] Royally.

The Djinn: Where is Alexandra?

Nick Merritt: Uh, well I'm sorry, but I don't really feel comfortable telling you.

The Djinn: What would make you comfortable, Nick? Name it.

Nick Merritt: What's my limit?

The Djinn: Your imagination.

[after the end credits roll]

The Djinn: Careful what you wish for.

Alexandra Amberson: If you harm Shannon, I'll kill you.

The Djinn: [showing Alexandra his Djinn form] Spare me child. Behold my true face

Alexandra Amberson: [scared] Oh my God.

The Djinn: Yes. The shit just... hit the fan, didn't it?

Raymond Beaumont: My room of lost gods. Once worshiped, now forgotten. Every culture of ancient history. See that down there? That was the space reserved for Ahura Mazda.

Alexandra Amberson: Yes. What is exactly Ahura Mazda?

Raymond Beaumont: It's the objects I collect, Alex, not the theologies they represent. But for what's its worth, he was a monotheistic deity of the Zoroastrian religion.

Alexandra Amberson: So he was a god of good then?

Raymond Beaumont: Certainly. Interestingly, though, legends has it that the opposing force, if you will, was actually his own shadow. So, in a way, he himself was the source of evil.

Nathaniel Demerest: Why do you keep looking over there?

Lt. Nathanson: See that guy? Guilty as sin. Walked on seven counts. Walked each time. Made of Teflon. Makes me sick. You know what I'd like?

Nathaniel Demerest: I'd love to know.

Lt. Nathanson: Just once I'd like it to be easy. I'd like to nail that prick dead to rights. Murder one. Everybody's an eye witness.

Nathaniel Demerest: Ask me for something.

Merritt's Guard: Okay. I want you to leave.

Nathaniel Demerest: No. No. I have to get inside.

Merritt's Guard: Well, now, you'd have to go through me. And that is something I'd love to see.

[the Djinn merges the guard with the door and walks through it]

Nathaniel Demerest: I remember a certain potentate whose last party was talked about for centuries.

Raymond Beaumont: What do mean? It went down in history?

Nathaniel Demerest: Oh, yes.

Raymond Beaumont: God, how I'd love to host a party like that.

The Djinn: No more doors. No more rules. No more excuses. Make your wish.

Alexandra Amberson: I will not wish.

The Djinn: Really? Not even when I show you the latest addition to Beaumont's collection? The final flowering of his wish.

Alexandra Amberson: What?

Alexandra Amberson: A little masterpiece of my own. I call it "Sister, why have you forsaken me?"

[close in on a portrait of Shannon]

Alexandra Amberson: Oh, God! Shannon!

The Djinn: Rather a good likeness, don't you think? I especially relish the trapped animal look in the eyes.

Alexandra Amberson: You vicious son of a bitch.

The Djinn: You don't approve? All right then, fuck it! You know what I say: "If you can't beat 'em, burn them, baby."

Alexandra Amberson: [the Djinn is being sucked into the fire opal] Wish you'd never met me?