Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

feel it necessary to be just so condescending?

Sorcerers of their time. They've been down here for centuries.

All right, Rosser. It's all right. Those old bones can't hurt you.

Pupil, sight, obviously. This point here is, uh, hearing.

MARC: The other gods? What about them?

If you're gonna go through with this, you gotta be smart, for Layla's sake.

-LAYLA: That's the eye of Horus. -Yeah.

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

-How's it looking? -It's looking amazing.

Yeah, no more you, I thought. It's what you said, isn't it?

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

LAYLA: Why do all men like you

What? Being... Honesty?

(SOFTLY) I was there. Yeah, I was there.

He is in agony.

But that deal didn't involve you getting Layla and us killed, did it?

Um, just a minute. Just a minute.

LAYLA: We can't lose more time. Harrow must be headed back to the tomb.

(CHANTING IN ANCIENT LANGUAGE)

-Yeah. I get that. -That's more of a "you" thing, isn't it?

I think we're looking at the long-lost tomb

It looks like they're already inside.

"No tree can ascend to the light of heaven if it doesn't descend

First one in. Tomb fit for a pharaoh.

Well, it's not such a bad way to go, is it?

Well, at least now we know what happened to poor Montalban.

You're all right. Come on. Come on.

MARC: Well, you should be.