What, you don't think that I would deliberately screw up your wishes, do you?
I mean, why would I? All you did was free me after ten thousand years in that horrid lamp, just to make me serve you for another million wishes...
Without even THINKING about what I wanted! How would YOU like it if I stuck you in a lamp and left you there for ten thousand years, you selfish bastard?!
...So I take it you ARE deliberately screwing up my wishes then.
A curse upon your houses! And your family! And your friends! And your pets! And you, oh yeah, ESPECIALLY you! I hope you wake up in the morning with your eyes gouged out by hungry--
DAMNIT, SHUT UP! I WISH YOU WOULD SHUT THE HELL UP!!!
Ah, finally, peace and qu-- vultures, and your scrotum bitten off by alligators-- no, no, make that DISEASED alligators!
Dear Diary, I've been running from the Genie for a few days now. I've donned some new clothes to help disguise myself, but apparently my nemesis has too.
Hmm, isn't it a bit early to be in that get-up?
Now now, don't be a bah-humbug. Just tell Santa what you wish for--