Jirachi:
Max!

Max:
Huh?

Jirachi:
I'm gonna miss you! We'll be best, best friends, forever and ever.

May:
Wow! I'll take it!

Hippie:
A wise choice. But you only get one wish, so make it count.

May:
Only two more nights left.

Max:
Cut it out, May!

May:
Huh?

Max:
Mmph, quit counting already!

May:
Sorry.

Meowth:
Oh, they're stuck in a box with impending doom and no way out. That sounds like my life.

Diane:
Oh, Darling. If this is the end, then I'm glad that the last thing I see is you!

Butler:
DIANE!

Ash Ketchum:
But Diane, we're not really magicians.

Jessie:
Yeah, yeah, sure and, we're not really clowns.

Ash Ketchum:
How are we supposed to get out?

Max:
I don't know, Ash. Must be some trick. I hope, or this could end bad.

James:
This is the best job ever!

Jessie:
We just have to throw around paper.

Meowth:
And clean manure, whatever that means...

Jessie:
How bad could it be? HUH?