Darius Biederbeck: So, that's it. The key.
Dr. Anton Phibes: My key.
Darius Biederbeck: No. For years I've searched. The Temple of Abiskis, the River of Life. It's mine, Phibes.
Dr. Anton Phibes: Then your beloved will die. For only the key will save her now.
Darius Biederbeck: You lie. The key controls the gates, nothing more.
Dr. Anton Phibes: The key controls the gates and much more: the life of your Diana. And you have only three minutes to use it. Now, save your Diana.
Inspector Trout: Phibes has finally failed, eh?
Darius Biederbeck: No, he's won!
Sir Wayne Waverley: Come along, Trout, strike camp.
Inspector Trout: Yeah, we ought to get these tents down, too, sir, and be on our way. And what about Baker? Should we dispose of his body?
Sir Wayne Waverley: I don't know about his body, but I think we should give his head a decent burial.
Dr. Anton Phibes: Oh, what happy times of years ago I think of, Victoria. It won't be long now. Soon you will be moving, breathing. Thy in my arms again and I in yours.
Narrator: The incredible legends of the abominable Dr. Phibes began a few short years ago, all of them unfortunately true!
Stewart: There's enough going on without you getting into more trouble.
Baker: That kind of trouble I can take.
Stewart: Yes, well she belongs to Beiderbeck.
Baker: Don't we all?
Dr. Anton Phibes: Victoria, for three years I have rested by your side. Now the Moon has risen to the exact position which last occurred 2,000 years ago, signaling the opening of this crypt, and the beginning of our greatest adventure. We shall embark to the land of Egypt, where years ago I did prepare for us a wondrous shrine. I shall search for the River of Life, which holds the key to resurrection for you and eternal life for both of us.
Darius Biederbeck: Phibes!
Dr. Anton Phibes: So, at last we meet, Beiderbeck.
Darius Biederbeck: Where's Diana?
Dr. Anton Phibes: Waiting, as we all must wait.
Darius Biederbeck: What kind of fiend are you?
Dr. Anton Phibes: The kind that wins, my friend.
Darius Biederbeck: Phibes! I beg of you, let me come with you! Phibes, for once, have mercy!
Darius Biederbeck: You're in the desert, my dear. You're not taking tea in Mayfair.
Diana: I am aware of that. I've drunk plenty of tea in Mayfair without finding dead bodies at my feet.
Darius Biederbeck: If ever a man deserved to die, it's you.
Dr. Anton Phibes: Go, Vulnavia. Your work is complete. Come and join us on the other side.
Dr. Anton Phibes: Dear girl, man the machine.
Inspector Trout: But you haven't got a chance!
Sir Wayne Waverley: He'll chop you down like the rest of them!
Darius Biederbeck: I'm not like the rest of them! Phibes may put the fear of God in you, but not me. Now stay out of my way!
Dr. Anton Phibes: You cannot threaten the dead with death, my friend. Only with life, eternal life!
Darius Biederbeck: I gave specific orders that no expeditions were to occur without my leadership.
Baker: Is this your mountain, sir?
Darius Biederbeck: I regard it as such.
Baker: Are we to take that literally, sir?
Darius Biederbeck: You can take it any way you see fit.
Dr. Anton Phibes: I am protecting you, Victoria, from those who would discover us. I shall eliminate them all, one by one, my love. Yes, even Beiderbeck himself, if need be.
Dr. Anton Phibes: No force in all the world can stop us now!
Inspector Trout: We're looking for a madman, sir.
Lombardo, Shipping Agent: Well, you've bloody well found one! Do you realise this is Saturday afternoon?
