Jafar: Wait! I've got a much better plan, Scratch. Give her this.
(He throws a crystal into Scratch’s hand which turns into a peach.)
Scratch: Wha-what is it?
Jafar: It's a present.
Scratch: I-it ain't gonna hurt the little lady, is it?
Jafar: Oh, now why the concern?
Scratch: (groans) I won't do nothing to harm her.
Jafar: Oh, come, come, come, Scorch. I'm surprised at you losing your head over a girl.
Scratch: I ain't lost my head!
Jafar: You don't think a young girl could ever like a repulsive little scab like you, do you?
Scratch: W-well, she said we was--
Jafar: What? "Bosom companions?" "Friends?"
Scratch: (sighs) Don't matter.
Jafar: You'll give her that, Scratch, or I'll tip you straight into the Bog of Eternal Stench before you can blink.
(He grabs Scratch by the ear cruelly and makes him set off to Wendy, with a sad look on Scratch’s face.)
Scratch: (sadly) Right.
(Before Scratch leaves, Jafar stops him for a moment.)
Jafar: And Scratch...
(Scratch turns to his master.)
Jafar: If she ever kisses you, I'l turn you into a prince.
(Scratch is surprised.)
Scratch: Y-you will?
Jafar: Prince of the Land of Stench! (He chuckles evilly)
(Scratch continues with the same sad face.)