- The Genie: I don't wanna say that that bottle's small, but I didn't even have enough room to change my mind. Oi!
- Red Fraggle: Look at this:
- Gobo Fraggle: Huh?
- Red Fraggle: It's the bottle the genie came in. And it's got writing on it. It says: "Do not rub this bottle." I wonder why?
- Gobo Fraggle: Maybe we should look it up in Encyclopedia Fragglia.
- Red Fraggle: Yeah, let's go!
- Gobo Fraggle: Yeah.
- Wembley Fraggle: Um, Genie, don't get mad...
- The Genie: Hmm?
- Wembley Fraggle: B-but that postcard, did you steal that from Gobo?
- The Genie: [shouting] Steal! Me? Steal this?
- Wembley Fraggle: [shuddering] I was, uh...
- The Genie: I just borrowed it. On a permanent basis.
- [throws the postcard away]
- The Genie: Now look, here's a guitar. Wembley, I've got a song that's gonna explain everything to you. And it goes a little like this.
- [starts playing]
- Wembley Fraggle: But...
- Gobo Fraggle: [the other Fraggle's enter] Hey, put that guitar down!
- The Genie: And what are you gonna do if I don't, carrot-face?
- The Genie: Hey, Big Nose, want some radish beer?
- Wembley Fraggle: No. And you shouldn't be drinking that stuff either, it's bad for you.
- The Genie: Give me a break, Wemb. You're too much of a goody-goody.
- Boober Fraggle: Very funny, Wembley. I don't know who your big, green friend is, but I'm surprised at you. I... I could have hurt my leg or broken my tail, or suffered amnesia. Not to mention the psychological effects around trust.
- The Genie: Uh, come on, Wemb. Let's get out of here before they lecture us.