Iago:
Ladies and gentlemen, a warm Agrabah welcome for Sorcerer Jafar!
Jafar:
Now where were we? Ah, yes - abject humiliation! [He zaps Jasmine and the Sultan with his staff, and they both bow to him. Rajah comes running at him. He zaps Rajah, and the tiger turns into a kitty-cat]
Jafar:
Down, boy! Oh, princess, [lifts Jasmine's chin with his staff]
Jafar:
there's someone I'm dying to introduce you to.
Aladdin:
[Flying towards him on carpet] Jafar! Get your hands off her!
Jafar:
[zaps Aladdin, Carpet flies away. Singing] Prince Ali, yes, it is he, but not as you know him. Read my lips and come to grips with reality [brings Aladdin and Jasmine closer in the air]
Jafar:
Yes, meet a blast from your past, whose lies were too good to last! Say hello to your precious Prince Ali! [zaps Ali back to Aladdin as he says it]
Iago:
Or should we say Aladdin?
Princess Jasmine:
[shocked] Ali
Aladdin:
Jasmine, I tried to tell you.
Jafar:
[still singing] So Ali turns out to be merely Aladdin [turns Abu back to his normal self]
Jafar:
Just a con, need I go on? Take it from me his personality flaws give me adequate cause to send him packing on a one-way trip [sends Aladdin and Abu in a pillar, carpet flies in after the,]
Jafar:
so his prospects take a terminal dip his assets frozen, the venue chosen is the ends of the earth, [sends the pillar in the air]
Jafar:
whoopee! So long,
Iago:
Good bye, see ya!
Jafar:
[sings] Ex-Prince Ali! [laughs maniacly]
Niko's Golf Game:
[Niko hits a golf ball, it lands in a virtual reality golf game screen] 198 yards.
Niko:
[turns to see that Dorian has arrived] Hello, Dorian. Thanks for dropping by.
Dorian Tyrell:
Well, next time why don't you call, alright? Leave these delivery boys at home. [Niko grins at the thugs evilly, they force Dorian to ground, and one of them laughs as the other places a wooden tee in Dorian's mouth. He spits the tee out. One of them takes a gun out and holds it to Dorian's head, the other looks at Niko who nods, then places another tee in Dorian's mouth and puts a golf ball on it]
Niko:
[swings club slowly] The cops, ah... tried to shut the club down this morning. They say you've been running the place to make your own small-time scams. I hear things like that, and I start losing my concentration. And my game, it goes straight to HELL! [pulls the club back for swing]
Niko:
You could, too. [swings and hits the ball]
Dorian Tyrell:
Oh, ow!
Niko's Golf Game:
205 yards.
Niko:
I'm fed up with you, Dorian. But I'm gonna cut you a break. One week to get out of town. [brushing Dorian's cheek with the club]
Niko:
After that, I'll use your empty little skull to break in my new 9-iron. [smacks the club away from his face, lifts Dorian up roughly and escorts him out of office]
