The Mummy (1932)
Ralph Norton: He went for a little walk! You should have seen his face!
Imhotep: Excuse me... I dislike being touched... an Eastern prejudice.
Frank Whemple: Stuck in the desert for two months, and was it hot! That tomb...
Helen Grosvenor: What tomb?
Frank Whemple: Surely you read about the princess?
Helen Grosvenor: So you did that.
Frank Whemple: Yes. The fourteen steps down and the unbroken seals were thrilling. But when we came to handle all her clothes and her jewels and her toilet things - you know they buried everything with them that they used in life? - well, when we came to unwrap the girl herself...
Helen Grosvenor: How could you do that?
Frank Whemple: Had to! Science, you know. Well after we'd worked among her things, I felt as if I'd known her. But when we got the wrappings off, and I saw her face... you'll think me silly, but I sort of fell in love with her.
Helen Grosvenor: Do you have to open graves to find girls to fall in love with?
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.
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.
Sir Joseph Whemple: [translating inscription on box] "Death... eternal punishment... for... anyone... who... opens... this... casket. In the name... of Amon-Ra... the king of the gods." Good heavens, what a terrible curse!
Ralph Norton: [eagerly] Well, let's see what's inside!
Helen Grosvenor: I loved you once, but now you belong with the dead. I am Anck-es-en-Amon, but I... I'm somebody else, too. I want to live, even in this strange new world.
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?
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...
Doctor Muller: Burn the scroll, man. Burn it! It was through you this horror came into existence.
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.
Imhotep: You will not remember what I show you now, and yet I shall awaken memories of love... and crime... and death...
Imhotep: [to Helen Grosvenor dressed as his beloved Princess Anck-es-en-Amon] It was not only this body I loved, it was thy soul. I destroy this lifeless thing! Thou shall take its place but for a few moments and then... RISE again, even as I have risen!
Frank Whemple: Helen! Helen! Come back! It's Frank! Come back!