Kazaam: Grab my belly and make a wish.
Alice Connor: That's right, it's poisoned. I figured if I ended your suffering, mine would end too.
Max Connor: You smell like hippopotamus butt.
Max Connor: I wish I had junk food from here to the sky.
Kazaam: Why not? Higher than high?
Kazaam: Don't get all hysterical! Say thank you for your miracle.
Kazaam: I am... Kazaam.
Kazaam: That's not a wish, that's an insult.