The Mummy

The Mummy, Disney+, Alphaville Films, Universal Studios

Universal Studios original film The Mummy was released May 4th, 1999.

#TheMummy trilogy made $1.264B at the international box office.

rottentomatoes: 62%

metacritic: 48

imdb: 7.1

oscars: 1 nomination

Rick O'Connell, The Mummy, Amazon Prime Video, Universal Pictures, Alphaville Films, Brendan Fraser

Richard O’Connell

Rick O’Connell excavates a royal priest Imhotep in Cairo, Egypt.

“Steady! You’re with me on this one, right? Steady! Steady! Fire! Run, Beni! Run! Get inside! Get inside! Hey! Don’t you close that door! Don’t you close that door!” — Rick O’Connell

“Who are you? And who’s the ‘broad?’ Oh, well. Guess she’s not a total loss. No. No. You came to ask me about Hamunaptra. Because that’s where I was when I found it. I was there. Do I know you? Yeah, I was there. Every damn day. I know. I was there. Seti’s place. City of the Dead. You want to know? Do you really want to know? Then get me the hell out of here! Do it, lady!” — Rick O’Connell

“Yeah. Loosen the knot and let me go. Anyone I know? Yeah. Yeah, smashing. That reminds me. No hard feelings about the… you’re warning me? Lady, let me put it this way, my whole damn garrison believed in this so much that without orders, they marched halfway across Libya and into Egypt to find that city. When we got there, all we found was sand and blood. Let me get your bags.” — Rick O’Connell

“I only gamble with my life, never my money. You’re looking for Hamunaptra? And who says we are? All right, you’re on. What makes you? Gentlemen, we got us a wager. Good evening, Jonathan. Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. Still angry about that kiss, huh? Lady, there’s something out there. Something underneath that sand. In a word? Evil. The Bedouin and the Tuaregs believe that Hamunaptra is cursed. And the fact that they say it’s made out of pure gold makes no never mind to you? Right? I know my treasure. I was about to be hanged. It seemed like a good idea at the time. What? What’d I say?” — Rick O’Connell

“Well, if it ain’t my little buddy, Beni. I think I’ll kill you. You don’t have any children. Shut up! So, you’re the one who’s leading the Americans. I might have known. So, what’s the scam, Beni? You take them into the middle of the desert, and then you leave them to rot? Them’s the breaks, huh? You see that girl? She saved my neck. Yeah. Goodbye, Beni. Evelyn! Relax. I’m the map. It’s all up here. Hold on to this. Can you swim? Trust me. It calls for it. Wait here! I’ll go get help!” — Rick O’Connell

“Hey, Beni! Looks to me like you’re on the wrong side of the river! Just pay the man. You probably could’ve got them for free. All we had to do was give him your sister. Awfully. Get ready for it. We’re about to be shown the way. Here we go again. So long, Beni! So, what are these old mirrors for? Here, this is for you. Go ahead. It’s something I borrowed off our American brethren. I thought you might like it, you might need it for when you’re… yeah. What are you looking at? Hey, that is a neat trick. What? Preparation for what? Sounds like bugs.” — Rick O’Connell

“Likewise. No, I don’t think so. I don’t see your name written on it, pal. I’ve had worse. None taken. Are you sure we can find this secret compartment? None taken.” — Rick O’Connell

Evy Carnahan

“Sacred stones, sculpture and aesthetics, Socrates, Seth, volume one, volume two, and volume three. And… Tuthmosis? What are you doing here? T. T, t, t… T. I’m going to put you where you belong. Help. Oops. I am so very sorry. It was an accident. Well, you put up with me because I can… I can read and write Ancient Egyptian, and I can… I can decipher hieroglyphics and hieratic, and, well, I am the only person within 1,000 miles who knows how to properly code and catalog this library, that’s why.”

“Hello? Abdul? Mohammed? Bob? Have you no respect for the dead? Well, I wish you would do it before you ruin my career the way you’ve ruined yours. Now, get out. High note, ha! Jonathan, please, I’m really not in the mood for you. I’ve just made a bit of a mess in the library, and the Bembridge scholars have rejected my application form again. They say I don’t have enough experience in the field. Oh, no, Jonathan, not another worthless trinket. If I have to take one more piece of junk to the curator to try and sell for you. Where did you get this? Jonathan. I think you’ve found something.”

“You see the cartouche there? It’s the official royal seal of Seti the First, I’m sure of it. He was the second pharaoh of the 19th dynasty, said to be the wealthiest pharaoh of them all. I’ve already dated the map. It’s almost 3,000 years old. And if you look at the hieratic just here, well, it’s Hamunaptra. I know all the blather about the city being protected by the curse of a mummy, but my research has led me to believe that the city itself may have actually existed. Yes. The City of the Dead. Where the earliest pharaohs were said to have hidden the wealth of Egypt.”

“You told me that you got it on a dig down in Thebes. You lied to me. I am your sister. You stole it from a drunk at the local casbah. Stop being so ridiculous. What exactly is this man in prison for? And what did he say? This is the man that you stole it from? ‘Broad?’ How do you do? I beg your pardon. We have found… hello. Excuse me. We both found your puzzle box, and we’ve come to ask you about it. No. How do you know the box pertains to Hamunaptra? You were actually at Hamunpatra? You swear? I didn’t mean that… could you tell me how to get there? I mean, the exact location. Well, yes. Yes.”

“Where are they taking him? I will give you £100 to save this man’s life. £200. £300. £500! No! He knows the location to Hamunaptra. I would never! Yes! Yes! And if you cut him down, we will give you… 10%. Twenty. Thirty! Deal. Do you really think he’s going to show up? Well, personally I think he’s filthy, rude, a complete scoundrel. I don’t like him one bit. Oh. Hello. Mr. O’Connell. Can you look me in the eye and guarantee me that this isn’t some sort of a flimflam? Because if it is, I am warning you…”

“Oh, no. What are you doing here? The only thing that scares me, Mr. O’Connell, are your manners. Well, if you call that a kiss. Did I miss something? Are we… are we going into battle? Yes, well, I’m hoping to find a certain artifact. A book, actually. My brother thinks there’s treasure. What do you think’s out there? Oh, look, I don’t believe in fairy tales and hokum, Mr. O’Connell, but I do believe one of the most famous books in history is buried there. The Book of Amun-Ra. It contains within it all the secret incantations of the old kingdom. It’s what first interested me in Egypt when I was a child. It’s why I came here. Sort of a life’s pursuit. You know your history. By the way, why did you kiss me?”

“George Bembridge… in 1860… 1865, was… was… oh, for heaven’s sake, girl, it wasn’t that good of a kiss, anyway. It’s… it’s… there. The key? The key? What key? The map! The map! I forgot the map! Oh, that’s comforting. Of course I can swim, if the occasion calls for it. We’ve lost everything! All of our tools, all the equipment! All my clothes!”

“I think they’re adorable. For what? That serves you right. That’s a statue of Anubis. It’s legs go deep underground. According to Bembridge scholars, that’s where we’ll find a secret compartment containing the golden Book of Amun-Ra. Jonathan, you’re mean to catch the sun with that. Ancient mirrors. It’s an ancient Egyptian trick. You’ll see. Do you realize we’re standing inside a room no one has entered in over 3,000 years? What is that god-awful stench? And then there was light. Oh, my God. It’s a sah-netjer. A preparation room. For entering the afterlife. He said bugs.”

“The legs of Anubis. The secret compartment should be hidden inside here. Have a nice day, gentlemen. We have a lot of work to be getting along with. We got here first. Oh, look, for goodness’ sake, let’s be nice, children. If we’re going to play together, we must learn to share. There are other places to dig. According to these hieroglyphics, we’re underneath the statue. We should come up right between his legs. Oh, yes, if those beastly Americans haven’t beaten us to it. No offense.”

Jonathan Carnahan

“Of course I do. But sometimes I’d rather like to join them. My dear, sweet baby sister. I’ll have you know that, at this precise moment, my career is on a high note. You’ll always have me, old mum. Besides, I have just the thing to cheer you up. On a dig down in Thebes. My whole life, I’ve never found anything, Evy. Please tell me I’ve found something. Yes?”

“Two questions. Who the hell was Seti the First, and was he rich? Good. I like this fellow. I like him very much. Are we talking about the Hamunaptra? Yes, yes, in a big, underground treasure chamber. Heh! Oh, come on. Everybody knows the story. The entire necropolis was rigged to sink into the sand on Pharaoh’s command. A flick of a switch, and the whole place would disappear beneath the sand dunes, taking the treasure with it. You’ve burnt it! You’ve burned off the part with the lost city.”

“Yeah, well, I was mistaken. I lie to everybody. What makes you so special? That just makes you more gullible. Picked his pocket, actually, so I don’t think it’s a very good… yes, exactly. So why don’t we just go sniff out a spot of tiffin… I’m just a local sort of missionary chap, spreading the good word, but this is my Sister, Evy. Ask him about the box. But how do we know that’s not a load of pig’s wallow? No, no. I’ve just got one of those faces.”

“Yes, undoubtedly, knowing my luck. He may be a cowboy, but I know the breed. His word is his word. Smashing day for the start of an adventure, eh, O’Connell? Oh, no, no, I’d never steal from a partner, partner. Oh, no, no. Happens all the time. Yes, yes, you’re right. Filthy, rude, a complete scoundrel. Nothing to like there at all.”

“O’Connell, sit down. We could use another player. Well… oh, what a coincidence, because O’Connell… whose play is it? Is it my play? I thought… night. Evy? Americans. I say, a bloody good show, chaps! And did I panic? I think not. I only want four! Four! I only want four, not a whole bloody herd! O’Connell! Can you believe the cheek? Oh, for heaven’s sake. Can’t believe the price of these fleabags. Yes, happy. Very good. Yes. Awfully tempting, wasn’t it?”

“Never did like camels. Filthy buggers. They smell, they bite, they spit. Disgusting. Go, Evy! Go! Mummies, my good son. This is where they made the mummies. What was that? Yeah, me, too. When those damn Yanks go to sleep… no offense. We’ll dig our way up and steal that book right out from under them. Where’d our smelly little friend get to?”

Ardeth Bay / The Magi

“Thebes, City of the Living, crown jewel of the Pharaoh Seti the First. Home of Imhotep, Pharaoh’s high priest, Keeper of the dead. Birthplace of Anck-Su-Namun, Pharaoh’s mistress. No other man was allowed to touch her. But for their love, they were willing to risk life itself.”

“To resurrect Anck-Su-Namun, Imhotep and his priests broke into her crypt and stole her body. They raced deep into the desert, taking Anck-Su-Namun’s corpse to Hamunaptra, City of the Dead, ancient burial site for the sons of Pharoahs and resting place for the wealth of Egypt. For his love, Imhotep dared the gods’ anger by going deep into the city, where he took the black Book of the Dead from its holy resting place. Anck-Su-Namun’s soul had been sent to the dark underworld, her vital organs removed and placed in five sacred Canopic jars. Anck-Su-Namun’s soul had come back from the dead, but Pharoah’s bodyguards had followed Imhotep and stopped him before the ritual could be completed.”

“Imhotep’s priests were condemned to be mummified alive. As for Imhotep, he was condemned to endure the Hom-Dai, the worst of all ancient curses. One so horrible, it had never before been bestowed. He was to remain sealed inside his sarcophagus, be undead for all of eternity. The Magi would never allow him to be released, for he would arise a walking disease, a plague upon mankind, an unholy flesh-eater with the strength of ages, power over the sands, and the glory of invincibility.”

“For 3,000 years, men and armies fought over this land, never knowing what evil lay beneath it. And, for 3,00 years, we, the Magi, the descendants of Pharoah’s sacred bodyguards, kept watch.”

“The Creature remains undiscovered. And what of this one? Should we kill him? No. The desert will kill him.”

“Where is the map? And the key? Where is the key? The key! This one is strong.”

Beni Gabor

“You just got promoted. Your strength gives me strength. Wait! Wait for me!”

“Surprise! My good friend, you’re alive! I was so very, very worried. Think of my children. Someday I might. Unfortunately, no. These Americans are smart. They pay me only half now, half when I get them back to Cairo. So this time I must go all the way. You never believed in Hamunaptra, O’Connell. Why are you going back? You always did have more balls than brains. ‘O’Connell!”

“O’Connell! Hey! O’Connell! It looks to me like I’ve got all the horses. Yeah. Good morning, my friend. Patience, my good barat’m. Patience. Oh, my pleasure. Hey, O’Connell. Nice camel. Yes, well, there’s only four of you and 15 of me. Your odds are not so great, O’Connell.”

Curator

“What… how… oh, look at this! Sons of the pharaohs! Give me frogs! Flies! Locusts! Anything but you! Compared to you, the other plagues were a joy! My girl, when Rameses destroyed Syria, that was an accident. You are a catastrophe. Look at my library! Why do I put up with you? I put up with you because your father and mother were our finest patrons. That’s why! Allah rest their souls. Now, I don’t care how you do it, I don’t care how long it takes, straighten up this meshiver!”

“Perhaps. Dear God, don’t be ridiculous. We’re scholars, not treasure hunters. Hamunaptra’s a myth told by ancient Arab storytellers to amuse Greek and Roman tourists. As the Americans would say, it’s all fair tales and hokum. Oh, my goodness! Look at that! It’s for the best, I’m sure. Many men have wasted their lives in the foolish pursuit of Hamunaptra. No one’s ever found it. Most have never returned.”

Cairo, Egypt

“Come, come! Step over the threshold. Welcome to Cairo Prison, my humble home. This I did not know. But when I heard that you were coming, I asked him that myself. He said he was just looking for a good time. I’ll be back in a moment. To be hanged. Apparently, he had a very good time. Madame, I would pay £100 just to see him hang. Proceed! Any last requests, pig? Of course we don’t let him go! And what else? I’m a very lonely man. His neck did not break. Oh, I’m so sorry. Now, we must watch him strangle to death. You lie. Are you telling me this filthy, godless son of a pig knows where to find the City of the Dead? Truly? 50%. Forty. Twenty five. Cut him down!”

“Bright and good morning to all. I’m here to protect my investment, thank you very much. Quit playing with your glasses and cut the deck, Burns. Without my glasses I can’t see the deck to cut it, Dave. Never? What if I was to bet you $500 we get to Hamunaptra before you? Damn straight we are. He does. Well, how about it? Is it a bet? What makes you so confident, sir? We got us a man who’s actually been there.”

“O’Connell! O’Connell! What are we going to do? Right! Get them out off the water! Get them out of the water! Come on, doggies! Give them a smack, would you? This is a messed-up country. Oh, baby.”

“What the hell we doing? Remember our bet, O’Connell. First on to the city, 500 cash bucks. A hundred of them bucks is yours if you help us win that bet. Will you look at that? Can you believe it? Hamunaptra. Do they know something we don’t? They are led by a woman. What does a woman know? Hey, look for bugs. I hate bugs. What the… what do you mean, bugs? I hate bugs!”

“You scared the bejesus out of us, O’Connell. Hey, that’s my tool kit. Okay. Perhaps I was mistaken. Push off! This is our dig site. This here’s our statue, friend. Hey. What have we here? Blue gold. This will fetch a mighty fine price. Let’s get us some treasure! Careful! Seti was no fool. I think perhaps we should let the diggers open it. Oh, I think we should listen to the good doctor, Henderson. Yeah, sure. Let them open it.”