Imhotep. It's him. It's Imhotep. Now we must raise those that serve him. Get out of my...

Baltus Hafez, the Curator: [he found him inside a gold mineral] Imhotep. It's him. It's Imhotep. Meela: [she touches his body inside of the mineral] Lock-Nah: Now we must raise those that serve him. [Shafek, handed Lock-Nah a blue-and-gold urn] Red: Get out of my way! [when a man was speaking Arabic] Red: [arrogant] Get out of my way, or I'm gonna shoot you in the face. Spivey: He means it. he shot someone before. Baltus Hafez, the Curator: Give it to me. Red: The, uh, opportunity passed us by. Baltus Hafez, the Curator: We need that bracelet. Lock-Nah: [angrily] And we need it BEFORE IT OPENS. Meela: [uses the sword when the cult are uses there guns and Meela interrupts theme] ENOUGH. Meela: [they put the guns down and Lock-Nah's sword] My dear Hafez, I TOLD you I should have HANDLED it. Baltus Hafez, the Curator: I did not want your past history to cloud the issue. Red: Don't you worry none. We know where it is. We'll take care of it. Baltus Hafez, the Curator: No, we'll take care of it. I have a different chore for you now. Meela: [seriously asking to Red] Where IS the bracelet? Red: It's on it's way to merry old London Baltus Hafez, the Curator: Then London is where we must go.