Aladdin Page #2

- l've never been so insulted.

- Prince Achmed.

You're not leaving so soon, are you?

Good luck marrying her off.

Jasmine.

Confound it, Rajah.

So this is why

Prince Achmed stormed out.

Oh, Father. Rajah was just playing

with him. Weren't you, Rajah?

You were just playing

with that overdressed,

self-absorbed Prince Achmed,

weren't you?

Dearest, you've got to stop rejecting

every suitor who comes to call.

The law says you must be married

to a prince by your next birthday.

- The law is wrong.

- You've only got three more days.

Father, l hate being forced into this.

lf l do marry,

l want it to be for love.

Jasmine, it's not only this law.

l'm not going

to be around forever, and...

l just want to make sure

you're taken care of.

- Provided for.

- Please try to understand.

l've never done a thing on my own.

l've never had any real friends.

Except you, Rajah.

l've never even been

outside the palace walls.

But, Jasmine, you're a princess.

Then maybe l don't want to be

a princess anymore.

Allah forbid you should

have any daughters.

l don't know where she gets it from.

Her mother wasn't nearly so picky.

Jafar, my most trusted advisor.

l am in desperate need of your wisdom.

My life is but to serve you, my lord.

lt's this suitor business.

Jasmine refuses to choose a husband.

l'm at my wits' end.

Wits' end.

Have a cracker, pretty Polly.

Your Majesty certainly

has a way with dumb animals.

Now, then.

Perhaps l can divine a solution

to this thorny problem.

lf anyone can help, it's you.

But it would require

the use of the mystic blue diamond.

My ring?

- But it's been in the family for years.

- lt is necessary to find a suitor.

Don't worry.

Everything will be fine.

Everything will be... fine.

The diamond.

Here, Jafar.

Whatever you need will be fine.

You are most gracious, my liege.

Now run along

and play with your little toys.

That will be pretty good.

l can't take it anymore.

lf l gotta choke down on one more

of those moldy, disgusting crackers...

Calm yourself, lago.

Soon l will be sultan,

not that addle-pated twit.

And then l stuff the crackers

down his throat.

l'm sorry, Rajah.

But l can't stay here

and have my life lived for me.

l'll miss you.

Goodbye.

Oranges from Jaffa.

Ok, Abu. Go.

Try this. Your taste buds

will dance and sing.

Get your paws off that.

Why, you... Get away from here,

you cursed, filthy ape.

Bye-bye.

Nice going Abu.

Breakfast is served.

Pretty lady, buy a pot.

No finer pot in brass or silver.

Sugar dates. Sugar dates and figs.

Sugar dates and pistachios.

Would the lady like a necklace?

A pretty necklace for a pretty lady.

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