You unlock this door with the k e y of ima Gina t/on.
Beyond it is another dimension...
A dimension of sound,
a dimension of sight,
a dimension of mind.
You're moving into a land of both shadowand substance,
of things and ideas.
You've just crossed over into the twilight zone.
Okay, and thank you for calling.
Yeah.
We'll be watching.
That was colonel connacher, honey.
He says daddy is just fine.
Will he... will he be going up soon?
In just about an hour.
That's what colonel connacher said.
Do you want to go back to sleep?
I don't blame you. I can't sleep either.
I'll tell you what.
I'll make some coffee for me
and some cocoa for you.
And you wash your face and hands and comb your hair.
Then we'll turn on the television set, okay?
Okay.
Be safe, Bob.
Be safe, darling.
And come back.
In the verna oular of spa oe this ls t minus one hour...
60 minutes beforea human being named major Robert ga/nes
is lifted off from the mother earth and rocketed
into the sky farther and longer than any man ahead of him.
Call this one of the first fal ter/ng steps of man
to sever the umb/lical cord of gra v/ty
and stretch outa fingert/p toward an unknown.
Shortly, we'll join this astronaut named gaines
and embark on an adventure, because the environs overhead...
The stars, the sky, the infinite space...
Are all part of a vast question Mark
known as the twilight zone.
Huh. Pulse normal?
Reasonable.
Some place between nonchalance and panic.
I know the feeling.
I called Helen. She's fine.
Says to tell you they'll be waiting.
Bless you for that.
You got any messages for the angels?
Hmm... give them a kiss for me... any that you meet.
On my last orbit, I'll lasso a pair of gossamer wings
and ship them down to you air express... collect.
Kind of an odd feeling,
knowing I'll be moving around the earth for a week.
That's progress.
Gus Grissom went 302 miles,
Glenn made three orbits, schirra handled six.
And you, Bobby boy, are going to go round and round.
And, when you come back down,
maybe we'll be that much closer
to filing a claim on some more sky.
Good luck, buddy.
Thanks, bill. Thanks a lot.
This is Capcom.
Time is now at t minus one minute and counting.
We better hurry.
This is Capcom.
The mx ten countdown is now t minus 25 seconds.
T minus 20 seconds
. 16...
. 74...
. 12...
Fen...
Nine... eight...
Seven... six...
Five... four...
Three... two... 0/76...
Zgi'o.
Go ahead, ten. We read you loud and clear.
Zero g, and I feel fine.
Spacecraft is beginning to turn now.
Roger. Tu rnaround has started.
Spacecraft is almost over.
I can see the booster just a couple of yards behind me.
It's quite a sight.
Roger, ten. We still read you loud and clear.
Next transmission, Bermuda.
Roger. Understand next transmission, Bermuda.
Phebus ten, Bermuda.
Capcom tech on hm.
Phebus ten,
this is zanz/bar captech.
We ha ve sol/d telemetry contact.
Phebus ten.
Capcom calling phebus ten.
We now have I.O.S., over.
Phebus ten, your voice transmissions
are starting to fade very badly.
Capcom, Capcom, this is phebus ten.
I've lost contact with you.
I've lost radar here! I've lost radar!
We don't have contact here, either.
No contact at all.
Capcom tech calling phebus ten.
Capcom, Capcom, this is phebus ten.
Open the blinds, nurse.
Yes, doctor.
Well, how about it, gaines?
Can you talk?
Sure.
Sure, I can talk.
Hey, Billy.
Wha t happened?
Well, we were waiting
for you to wake up to tell us, Bob.
Tell you?
I can't tell you anything, I blacked out.
We I 037 you on radar
and radio.
Absolutely no contact.
It boils down to this, gaines...
You're the only one who can explain it.
I can't explain anything.
I had an odd sensation.
Last thing I remember is the 15th orbit.
After that, I don't remember anything
except this bed.
I couldn't reach the cape at all.
I kept trying.
Why don't you let him get some sleep?
I think he'll feel a little clearer later on.
I won't be any clearer than I am right now.
How could you lose me on radar?
Bill, do you mean to tell me
every single tracking station blacked out?
Really, gentlemen, I...
Just one last question, please.
Bob, there's only one way
you could head back toward earth.
That's just to spiral in, and then head for water.
Your spacecraft was found, intact,
46 miles from where you were launched.
Intact, Bob, on the ground.
There was no evidence of any damage,
not even a dent.
Somehow, some way, you brought that spacecraft in,
and you landed her.
Tell me how.
Would you please explain to me
how you performed an absolutely impossible act?
I didn't.
I had nothing to do with it.
I blacked out, general. I simply blacked out.
There was some factor up there,
something which I had no control over,
something which must have...
Must have taken over for me.
Hmm. Okay, uh...
We'll talk about it later.
This whole thing is temporarily classified...
I mean everything about it.
We'll simply make the statement that, uhn
he regained entry and he landed.
He's shaken up but not seriously hurt.
And tha t's the feed. No extensions,
no enlargements beyond tha t simple sta tement.
After we've been able to probe this thing a little while,
we might be able to come up with something we can let go.
But, in the meantime, it's a one-line release.
Quote: "He got back down." Unquote.
You get some rest, Bob.
Talk to you later.
Yeah, you, uh...
Sleep it off.
There's an explanation for everything.
Well, don't worry about it now.
You're, uh, all doped up,
and you're also dead tired.
You sleep it off, and I'll see what I can do
about getting you a leave to get on home.
So rest easy, pal.
Bill?
All along, I thought
there was some kind of malfunction up there...
Fuel or propulsion or just communication.
Ma ybe the malfunction was closer to home.
Ma ybe it was right up here between my ears.
Maybe astronaut Robert gaines went off the tracks.
Maybe he couldn't cut the mustard.
Look, you talk like that... you think like that...
And you'll come around to believing it.
And that's stupid, Bob.
We're dealing with nine natural laws
plus a whole string of imponderables.
And reasons are going to come out...
Legitimate, rational reasons.
Now, you just lie there and breathe through your nose.
I'll call Helen again
and tell her you're rest/ng
and you'll be home soon.
Will I? Will I be home?
Yeah. Unless you persuade all the people around here
that you need an attendant.
Dream good.
I'll see you later.
Well?
Oh, it'll all come out in the wash.
Will it?
Let me tell you something, colonel...
A man is sent up into space, and then he orbits.
There are only three ways he can break off contact.
One is ionization, and that didn't occur.
The other is sunspots, and that didn't occur.
The third is the man's death,
and he's lying there on that bed
breathing five by five.
I'm waiting for a fresh alternative,
one I can take without flinching.
One maybe I can repeat to the president
without worrying about him sticking me in a rubber room.
What happened to gaines?
Where was he for six solid hours
when nobody in the world could find him?
How did he make a reentry without burning up into a flake?
Sometime we'll have to ask him.
Give her my love.
Thanks for services rendered.
I'll talk to you later.
No question about it.
Home, James.
Welcome home.
What's the matter, Bob?
Is that what you did for therapy while I was gone...
Put up that fence?
What do you mean?
That fence wasn't there when I left last week.
Are you kidding me?
That fence was there when we bought the house.
Outer space does things to memories, doesn't it?
Yeah.
Yeah, so it appears.
Amer/ca's la test manned orbital spa cefl ight
ends ona note of mystery toda y
witha cloak of secrecy being placed over the entire project.
Millions were watching the orbital flight
on television when, suddenl y,
the pictures were interrupted with a terse announcement
tha t no further coverage would be forthcoming.
General Stanley ea ton
announced la te this afternoon tha t further informa t/on
would be forthcoming ata later date
but tha t, for the moment,
all aspects of astronaut gaines' flight
would continue to be top secret
pending further inves t/ga t/on of da ta.
You got any more coffee out there?
I'm making some.
It'll be ready in a minute.
I'm going upstairs and put on a bathrobe. I'll be right back.
Do you want Maggie to go get it for you?
Both you and Maggie have been treating me
like a cross between an eccentric millionaire
and a piece of fragile dresden.
I'll get my own bathrobe, woman.
Be right back.
Hmm.
That's funny.
Some chicken colonel back at the base
is gonna be running home in his undershirt.
Bob, your coffee's ready.
You want us to bring you upa cup?
No, honey. I'll be right down.
Want to hear something funny?
Iran off with somebody's shirt...
A full colonel's, no less.
Bob?
Wha t?
Are you all right?
Helen...
Without trying to scare you,
and without trying to make you wonder
whether I've still got all my marbles,
I'd like to ask you a question.
What is it?
When I left...
When I walked out of here...
What was my rank?
Your rank?
What was my rank?
What do you mean?
Wasn't I a major?
Haven't I been a major for 13 months?
Are you serious?
No, I'm playing games with you.
Helen, I want you to tell me.
You're a colonel, Bob.
You'rea full colonel.
You've been a colonel since last march.
Last march?
Last march.
I want to say something to you now.
I don't know what happened up there.
I ha ve no idea.
But, uh...
I know you don't want to talkabout it...
That's why we haven't said anything... but, uh...
Something must have happened, Bob.
Some delusions.
Some distortions.
Like that fence outside the house.
I don't remember it.
And yet you said it had been there
when we bought the house.
And that business with bill connacher.
He told me he called you before the flight.
He made it a point to tell me.
And then, afterward...
Afterward, he said there'd been no such phone conversation.
It's unimportant.
It's insignificant, really.
And yet...
And yet it all seems to be part
of some sort of crazy pattern.
Something is very wrong,
because he did tell me he called.
That fence wasn't there, and those eagles have never been
on my collar before because, when I left here, I was a major.
You, um... you told me once
that there are whole areas of space medicine
that we know practically nothing about.
Phenomena and reaction patterns
that can only be guessed at.
I'm sure this is one of them.
I'm sure there's nothing wrong with you but a...
A couple of fixations
that are gonna go away with time.
Now, let's go downstairs and have a cup of coffee.
And don't let a white fence
and a promotion end the world for you.
If that's as far as it goes, I'll try not to.
But what if...
What if other things...?
Um... I'd like, um,
colonel William connacher, please.
I was, uh...
I was just, uh...
Going to call bill connacher
to ask him if he'd like to, uh...
Like to what?
Come over for dinner.
Bob, I, uh... I just called bill
to have him give me some reassurance.
I remember that... That he said once
that there are some aspects to prolonged weightlessness
that makes...
Look, really, like I said, I'm all right.
It's you people I'm worried about.
Now, where's my coffee?
I'll get it for you.
Don't break any more saucers, mother's helper.
I'll try not to.
Helen?
Helen, I think it'd be a whole lot better...
A whole lot better... if we dropped all the pretenses.
If you think there's something wrong with me, just say so.
And honey, I'd cons/der it a real fa vor...
A major favor... if you wouldn't walk past me on tiptoe
with forced smiles
and "there's nothing wrong with you"dialog.
All right?
All right.
Ahh!
I helped mommy make the pie.
You know, someday, I'm gonna lose you to a Navy ensign
who'll marry you for your father's money...
And your cooking.
Now, honey, you know I don't take sugar.
Maggie...
Honey, what's the matter?
Nothing.
Nothing's the matter.
Oh, Maggie, here.
Now tell daddy what's the matter.
Daddy...
Daddy, you're different.
Well, how, honey?
How am I different?
I don't know.
I don't know, but you are.
You are different.
You're very different. There...
There's something wrong.
Maggie!
What does she mean?
I don't know.
What does she mean?
What does she mean, I'm different?
Well, am I?
Am I, Helen?
Have I changed somehow
between now and when I left?
I can't...
I can't explain it to you. I...
I don't know how.
I have changed, haven't I?
There is something different about me.
The child sensed it.
You have, too.
You have, haven't you?
Yes, I have.
How?
I don't know. I...
I just don't know. It's...
It's just that you're... You're not the same somehow.
You didn't have to call bill connacher.
That wasn't necessary.
Tomorrow I'll turn myself in for psychiatric help.
I don't know what it is that happened.
Something did.
Something is tearing us all apart.
Something so remote, we can't even put it into words.
Something... something, until we find out what? t it is,
it's gonna wreck us, Helen.
Ivan, there was nothing he could tell you
that occurred in space
that could give us some key or something to all this?
Nothing that he could relate to me.
Iwouldn't recommend that he remain here, however.
For the time being, I'd like to treat him as an outpatient.
Have him come in at intervals,
but in no way suggest to him that he's
in an aberrant condition requiring psychological treatment.
This is one of those instances
where the psychology of the situation
requires very careful handling.
We're right back where we started, then.
Uh... Mrs. Gaines, I don't mean to sound callous.
He's an exceptional gentleman, that husband of yours.
I think he'll be out of the woods in no time.
My concern happens to be, very specifically,
a space project, not a man.
I understand, sir.
Mrs. Gaines, what about that fence?
It was there when we bought the house.
And when did he seem surprised that it was there?
The moment that he came home yesterday morning.
Really a very strange collection of delusions.
A white picket fence...
A story...
His own rank...
And the last thing he said was he doubted very much
if president Kennedy would pin any medals on him.
President who?
Kennedy.
Someone named John Kennedy.
Who's John Kennedy?
Someone who colonel gaines has decided
is president of the United States.
And I share your bewilderment.
I never heard of him either.
Twilight zone will continue after sta t/on ident/f/oa t/on.
It isn't easy to say.
Well...
If it isn't easy to say,
then it's better said,
so get it out.
Maggie's noticed it, too.
Noticed what?
That there's something...
There's something differentabout him.
It's something I can't put my finger on, but...
There's some... There's something different.
Suggesting what?
Suggesting nothing.
Something or everything.
What can it suggest?
Simply that there's a man in my house who...
A man in your house who what?
The question is, a man in my house who is what?
Or better, a man in my house who is who?
I think you just overshot me,
unless I'm reading you very wrong.
No, maybe you're reading me very right.
Reassure me, bill.
Tell me that, uh... this thing
my daughter and I have this ice-cold feeling about is way off.
Tell us that we're just being carried away
by his problem.
Tell us...
Tell us that the man in this house is Bob gaines.
Hello, bill.
How are you?
Fine. I just dropped over to see how you were.
Me? Well, that depends.
It depends on just what are the current standards for sanity...
The acceptable outer limits.
I've been going over a set of encyclopedias up there,
and jotting down some notes.
I've uncovered some very revealing items.
There are some pretty basic historical facts
that simply don't jibe.
For example,
it talks about a man named Anderson,
sent by the U.S. government
to supervise the construction of the Panama canal.
So?
So, I never heard of anyone named Anderson.
It happened to bea man named goethals.
It also talks about an American ace
named Eddie rickenbacker
from world war I who was lost on a raft
in the next war and never found.
That's right.
He, uh, crashed, and that was the end of it.
But that wasn't the end of it.
The raft was found.
Rickenbacker was saved.
He became the president of an airlines company.
I've got dozens of items like that.
Men talked about who never existed.
Men who existed and not even mentioned.
Historical events that I know happened a certain way
somehow, according to the encyclopedia,
didn't happen, or happened another way.
The things I remember are not del usions.
They're the leg/t/ma te recollect/ons of things
as I remember them.
But somehow, some way,
this world seems to have turned upside down for me.
Well, not in every way, you understand.
Uh... by and large, the people are the same.
The names, the streets,
the mutual recollect/ons we all have
of people and events.
It's as if there were...
There were another world parallel to mine.
As if this world were almost a twin,
except for some minor differences
that happened somewhere along the line of evolution.
Bob, for the love of heaven...
Do you want to follow that line of reasoning?
Because, if you do, there are a couple
of built-in conditions that go along with it.
Conditions tha t I don't think you
or anyone else wants to adm/t.
First and foremos t,
they happen to be that if all this is true...
If you suddenly uncovered a theory
that there are two earths,
two sets of people, two histories...
And you somehow, inexplicably,
crossed over to the other dimension...
Then you're not who we think you are.
And we're not who you think we are.
Maggie?
Bob?
Let's get it out, shall we?
I'm so sick of tiptoeing and whispers.
Maggie!
Come down here, baby.
Come down right away.
Honey...
Think this over before you answer...
But answer.
Who am I, honey?
Tell mommy and colonel connacher who I am.
Bob, please.
Now, sweetheart...
You say whatever's on your mind.
Tell them who I am.
I don't know who you are.
Maggie, this is your daddy.
This is your daddy.
He's not my daddy.
I don't know who he is.
Oh, that wasn't fair.
You've taken a little child, impressionable...
You've superimposed on her your own doubts.
I've done nothing of the sort.
I merely let her say out loud
what Helen's been thinking all along.
And, heaven help me, what I've been thinking.
What you've just told me is fantastic.
How can you possibly...?
It's incredible.
Incredible.
I helped build that spacecraft.
I know it very well.
And this one...
Is not the same one we sent off.
It's almost a twin to it,
down to the very last nut and bolt,
but it's simply not the same spacecraft.
It's a different vehicle.
It's almost as if it... came out of the same mold,
but every now and then...
In the wiring, in the control panel and in the structure...
There's a tiny insignificant alteration.
You add them all up
and you come up with one very irrevocable fact:
Colonel gaines went up in one spacecraft,
but he's obviously come back in another.
That leaves us with two alternatives.
One: Colonel gaines actually blacked out
and has no knowledge of what occurred.
Or two:
Colonel gaines is not who we think he is.
Colonel...
I want you to examine this vehicle carefully.
I want you to be able to sa y to me,
withouta single shred of doubt,
tha t this is the spa cecraft you were sent up in,
and the spacecraft you came down in.
This is of the essence now.
Phebus ten, Bermuda
Capcom tech m. H. M.
You understand me?
What?
What's the matter with you?
Bob, what the general is trying to get at
is tha t there are del usions
that a man can suffer under stress.
Now, all we want to do now is try to retrace the chronology
from the blastoff through the orbits.
And we want you to check over this capsule.
I'm talking abouta microscopic check, now, Bob.
We want to make absolutel y certain
that we can separate what? t is del usion
from what? t might conce/vabl ybe
an incredible series of events.
The wea ther in the recovery is excellent.
What's the matter with you?
Three-foo t wa ves, onl y one - ten th cl oud co Vera ge.
Ten mil es visibility.
Don't you hear that voice?
Phebus ten, phebus ten...
Capcom tech, do you read me?
Don't you hear that voice?
What are you talking about?
What voice are you talking about?
Lea ve the retro package on
through the entire reentr y.
Gaines will have to override...
That voice.
To 0.05...
That voice!
Retra ct the scope.
Do you read?
Don't you hear that voice?
Recommend you go to reentrya tt/tude...
We'll give you the countdown on retro-sequence time, Bob.
You're I ook/ng good.
We ha ve onl y 50 seconds to retrograde. Over.
I'll give you a Mark.
Mark.
I am on 8scs now, and backing it up manuall y.
30 seconds, Bob.
Capcom, this is phebus ten.
The retro warning is on.
Roger, Bob.
Leave your retro pack on through your pass over Texas.
Do you read?
Roger.
Five... four... three...
Two... one... f/re.
Retros are firing.
I'm starting my reentry now.
I'm going to fly by wire.
I'm down to 15% on manual.
Capcom, this is phebus ten.
It's a real fireball out there.
How are you doing?
What's your general condition?
How are you feeling?
I'm feeling... I'm feeling fine.
Condition is good.
There's an a wful lot of fire out there.
Capcom...
One last question:
Go ahead, Bob. Go ahead.
Who's the president of the United States?
Say again, would you, Bob?
We don't think we got that. Say again.
Who is the president of the United States?
It sounds like you're asking who the president is.
That's precisely the question.
I hope you said Kennedy.
Go open the blinds, nurse.
Yes, doctor.
Our wandering boy is awake.
Bill.
Right here, budd y.
How you feeling, gaines?
That depends.
Did you hear that last question I asked up there?
Just before reentry?
You asked who the president is.
Was that some sort of a gag?
I didn't hear the answer.
And it was no gag.
President Kennedy.
You were only gone two days, major, not two years.
What happened on that second morning, gaines, about your 15th orbit?
We lost all contact with you for a period of almost six hours.
No radar, no contact at all.
We couldn't find out what was wrong here.
And we asked you that question several times
after we picked you up again, but you ignored it.
Six hours?
That's how long it took.
Then you came back in loud and clear.
I think later, sir.
Right now, I think he should rest.
Bill...
Something... something happened.
I know you're not going to believe this.
I'm not absolutely certain that I believe it myself.
There's another dimension.
I don't know how it exists or where it exists.
But there's another world, parallel to ours...
The same people, the same places,
most of the same chronology of events.
Except, nowand then,
there's something a little bit different.
How do you know all this?
Because I was there, general.
I was there for almost a week.
That's impossible.
We only lost you for about six hours.
We had contact with you all the rest of the time.
I can't help that, sir.
During that six hours, I lived out a week.
Doing what?
Looking at our counterparts. Looking at us.
Us?
Us, as we exist in a parallel world.
One that exists alongside, but which we can't see.
It's the world I stumbled into.
I don't know how.
Some kind of space-time cont/nuum,
some wa rpa ge.
But there's a doorway up there somewhere into it.
It exists.
Every now and then, I think it's possible
for somebody to fall through it, and I did.
How did you get back, Bob?
I don't even know tha t.
All I can remember is running toward the spacecraft.
And then... I was up there again...
And then I was back here.
Well...
Bob, I think, uh...
Sleep on this for a little while, will you?
Why?
Well, because...
I think, uh... this may just be a delusion.
Del usion?
Bill, I can recount to you every minute
and everything that happened.
Every line of dialog, every person that I met.
I could recall to you the streets,
the places, everything.
This was no delusion. It was no dream.
Oh, I have no proof. I've told you that.
Mm-hmm.
Well, um, okay, major...
We'll, um, talk about it later.
Did anybody phone Helen?
She, uh... asked what you wanted for supper.
Will I be able to leave?
At least for an overnight. Mm-hmm.
I want you back first thing in the morning for some critique.
I want to have a look at those psychiatrists' faces
when you start talking to themabout parallel dimensions.
Meanwhile, get some rest, major.
One last question.
Be my guest.
If we each have a counterpart,
and you saw them,
where was yours, Bob?
I don't know, but he was a colonel.
A full colonel.
I hope he got back,
'cause he has a very beautiful wife
and a very lovely little daughter.
I hope he got back.
Well, what do you think?
Uh-uh.
I don't think.
Not on this one, sir.
What kind of trauma...?
Something to set him tilt like that? I...
Can we call it "tilt," sir?
Oh, what else? Another dimension?
Another world parallel to ours? You call that rational?
Up there, who knows what's rational
and what isn't?
We don't even know the rules, sir, let alone the facts.
We're...
We're like little ants
that have just made it to the desert.
Now we say we've conquered the Sahara
and we haven't conquered anything.
We're only starting to find the mysteries, general.
We haven't even begun to solve them.
We're going to do a lot of groping
through a lot of dark nights,
through a lot of dark space
before we find the clues, let alone the answers.
We've got a long way to go, sir.
Okay.
General?
There's a message from Capcom, sir.
I'll give it to you as we got it.
But it doesn't make much sense.
Let me be the judge of that. What's the message?
Capcom reports telemetry
with an unidentified space vehicle.
What?
Yes, sir. They had voice communication
for about a minute and a half.
The spacecraft identified itself as astro seven,
and the person in it said...
What'd he say? What'd he say?
He identified himself as a colonel Robert gaines.
He asked for reentry da ta.
Colonel Robert gaines?
Yes, sir.
Then we got some garbled stuff, and then nothing.
And then what?
And then nothing, sir.
We lost the visual sighting. We lost all voice.
The thing just disappeared.
Get a transcript of everything that was said.
Have it brought to my office.
And keep trying to raise, uh... whoever it was.
Yes, sir. We're still trying.
Good. Uh... you keep me in touch.
Yes, sir.
Well, bill...
You certainly were right
when you said we haven't even begun.
We don't have all the answers.
We've got a long way to go.
What's on your mind?
One thing. I'd like to tell astronaut gaines
that his proof just showed up on a radar screen,
however briefly.
Yeah. Be my guest.
Do me a favor, would you, honey?
Tell me who I am.
What, daddy?
Thank you, honey.
That's all I need to know.
Welcome home.
It's good to be home.
Major Robert gaines,
a la tter-da y vo ya ger just returned from an ad venture.
Submitted to you
without any recommenda t/ons as to belief or d/sbel/ef.
You can accept or reject.
You pa ys your money, and you takes your choice.
But credul ous or incredul ous,
don't bother to ask anyone for proof tha t it could happen.
The obliga t/on's a reverse challenge...
Prove that/tcouldn't.
This happens to be the twilight zone.
A new author joins the ranks of the twilightzone crew
when John furia Jr. gives us several stunningly new twists
to a class/c character in "I dream of gen/e."
Join Howard Morris, pa tr/c/a barryand lor/ng Smith
as they take the/r trip into the twilight zone.
Who... who... who...?
Who were you expecting?
Who...?
I'm the genie in a lamp. That's who.
Aladdin, magic, the whole bit.
If... if you are the genie,
then I must be the master of the lamp.
Big deal. Master of the lamp.
All right, you got yourself a free wish.
I can't believe it.
Anything I want in the whole world.
Anything.
But only one wish.