Doctor Muller: Put it back. Bury it where you found it. You have read the curse. You dare defy it?
Sir Joseph Whemple: In the interest of science, even if I believed in the curse, I'd go on with my work for the museum. Come back with me, and we'll examine this great find together.
Doctor Muller: I cannot condone an act of sacrilege with my presence.
Helen Grosvenor: Save me from that mummy! It's dead.
Doctor Muller: Look - the sacred spells which protect the soul in its journey to the underworld have been chipped off the coffin. So Imhotep was sentenced to death not only in this world, but in the next.
Assistant: Maybe he got too gay with the vestal virgins in the temple.
Doctor Muller: Possibly.
Ralph Norton: He went for a little walk! You should have seen his face.
Frank Whemple: Oh, I know it seems absurd when we've known each other such a short time. But I'm serious.
Helen Grosvenor: Don't you think I've had enough excitement for one evening, without the additional thrill of a strange man making love to me?
Helen Grosvenor: Do you have to open graves to find ghosts to fall in love with?
Doctor Muller: Burn the scroll, man. Burn it! It was through you this horror came into existence.
Frank Whemple: You seem to think this thing has all the devils of hell in it. Why not burn it and be done with it?
Doctor Muller: An excellent sugggestion.
Imhotep: Anck-es-en-Amon, my love has lasted longer than the temples of our gods. No man ever suffered as I did for you.
