Moe: Weigh the anchor!
Curly: Forty-two pounds!

Dr. Crowell: Gentlemen, you're hired. We're sending you to bring back the mummy of King Rutin-Tutin, you leave immediately for Cairo.
Curly: Say I got an uncle in Cairo, he's a chriopracter. NYUK NYUK NYUK!
[Moe punches him in the nose]
Museum Curator: And if you are successul, we will pay you 5000 dollars.
Dr. Crowell: The recovery of the mummy will prove of untold value to science.
Moe: For science!
Larry: For science!
Curly: For 5000 bucks!

Dr. Crowell: That means we'll never find the missing king!
Curly: [looks surprised, takes card out of his front pocket] How did YOU know the king was missing?
[Moe turns his head to look]
Curly: I... Ooh!
[hides card before Moe can see]
Moe: Oh, so you're the one, eh? That's how you won my thirteen cents!
[smacks Curly]

Third Gang Member: [in tomb, with Curly laying on a table dressed up as King Rutin-Tutin] Hey, where are those jewels that are supposed to be buried with them?
Gang Leader: Oh, they always wrap 'em up inside the mummy. We'll have to cut him open.
[with thugs looking away, Curly cringes, and unzips the front of his mummy costume]
Gang Leader: Let me have that sharp knife you have there.
[looks at "Rutin-Tutin"]
Gang Leader: He's burst open!
[reaches inside Curly's costume, pulls out newspaper]
Gang Leader: "Yanks win world series." Can you beat that?
Curly: Yeah, and I won five bucks!
Gang Leader: No kidding? I had the Cubs, and... WHAT?