- Hercule Poirot: [Upon hearing about the life of the late Rupert Bleibner] Playing the good golf is no reason not to commit suicide, Hastings.
- Captain Hastings: You just don't understand golf, Poirot.
- [last lines]
- Hercule Poirot: Miss Lemon, in addition to solving this case that has been most difficult, Hastings and I, we have brought you back a little gift from the very tomb of King Men-Her-Ra.
- Miss Lemon: From the tomb?
- Hercule Poirot: Oui.
- [pulls aside curtain to show cat statuette]
- Hercule Poirot: Voila. It is the very likeness of the favourite cat of King Men-Her-Ra. Buried with him in his tomb to keep him company on his long journey.
- Miss Lemon: Oh, he's beautiful.
- Hercule Poirot: Go to bed this evening with him in your hand, and Catherine the Great will visit you during the night.
- Miss Lemon: Oh, Mr Poirot, thank you!
- [Miss Lemon leaves with the statuette]
- Captain Hastings: I don't know how you can tell her such *guff*, Poirot.
- Hercule Poirot: No no no no no, Hastings, it is not a guff. It is as I said at the beginning of this case to Lady Willard: the power of superstition, it is a power that is very great indeed.
- [Poirot and Hastings have arrived at the archeological dig in Egypt. Poirot is slapping and brushing away sand off his clothes, muttering and coughing in frusteration. Dr. Fosswell sees him]
- Dr. Fosswell: Are you Mr. Poirot?
- Hercule Poirot: [tersely] What is left of him, yes!
- Hercule Poirot: Hastings, the sand. It gets everywhere.
- Captain Hastings: Ames must think I'm a complete idiot. There's sand in Belgium, isn't there?
- Hercule Poirot: Not in Brussels, Hastings.
- [first lines]
- Newsreader: [voiceover] The pyramids of Egypt, the last surviving of the seven wonders of the world. The latest expedition by famous archaeologist Sir John Willard may soon reveal more of this ancient world's mysteries with the discovery of the tomb of Egyptian king Men-Her-Ra. No doubt there will be rivalry between Doctor Fosswell of the British Museum and Doctor Schneider of the Metropolitan Museum of New York, but keep it friendly, eh, chaps. The local workers' fear of a death curse laid down on the tomb about three thousand years ago hasn't scared off expedition financier Felix Bleibner. He's been joined for the opening by his nephew Rupert and secretary Nigel Harper, photographing the occasion. Smile, Men-Her-Ra!
- [Poirot and Hassan are leaving the market place where Poirot called Miss. Lemon for information. They are then waylaid by a mob of excited children, asking for some of the bread that Hassan is carrying]
- Hercule Poirot: [over the children's voices] You want what? Very well, but only if you're good.
- Nigel Harper: [to the two Egyptian natives who are carrying the throne of Men-her-rah] Now, mind the legs.
- [Scraping sound is heard]
- Nigel Harper: [tersely and quickly] MIND-THE-LEGS!