Sam: (reading hieroglyphics) For anyone who will disturb the tomb of King Ptah-Hotep, death will swallow him.
Sam: Maybe, maybe, I’m over thinking this whole thing.
Al: And this just occurred to you?
Al: Sam, Sam, Sam I don’t like it here.
Sam: Why don’t you go upstairs?
Al: Uh, good idea. I’ll meet you top side.
Sam: Al, if you can’t be helpful, why don’t you leave, okay?
Al: Helpful, I’m being helpful! I’m keeping you company down here in the tomb of King Heebie-Jeebies.
Sam: It’s just a room.
Al: Yeah, it’s a room, how about the canary, how about Ali, how about the car? Those were just coincidences I suppose.
Sam: That’s right.
Al: Yeah, unless they were planned.
Al: Sam, it’s the curse!
Sam: It’s not the curse.
Sam: (to Al) 3500 year old dead men do not just get up and walk around!
Sam: This is a chance of a lifetime.
Al: So is inventing a time machine. But, but, you know quit while you're ahead.