恐怖片三杰（文森特·普莱斯 Vincent Price / 罗伯特·夸里 Robert Quarry / 彼得·库欣 Peter Cushing）的璀璨之作，“印第安纳·琼斯”的法...更多>
Biederbeck: What kind of fiend are you? Phibes: The kind that wins, my friend. Dr. 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. Biederbeck: I gave specific orders that no expeditions were to occur without my leadership! Baker: Is this your mountain, sir? Biederbeck: I regard it as such. Baker: Are we to take that literally sir? Biederbeck: You can take it any way you see fit! Trout: Every time we build a better mousetrap, Sir, Phibes just builds a better mouse! Dr. Phibes: Dear girl, man the machine. Dr. Phibes: The devil take me? Not for some considerable time, I trust. Dr. Phibes: I too have searched, Beiderbeck, but not for myself. For my Victoria. I offer you the same goal, the life of your beloved. But hurry, when the bough breaks, my friend... Biederbeck: It could be a trick. Why should I trust you of all people? Dr. Phibes: Not me. The ancient artisans who built these chambers. When the gates are unlocked, the water from Diana's pool will drain out and she will be free. Save her, don't be a fool. Soon it will be too late. Biederbeck: For whom? Dr. Phibes: For us all, especially Diana. Every second brings her closer to a terrible death. Can you pay that price, Beiderbeck? The key! Biederbeck: The devil take you, Phibes. Dr. Phibes: I call on you once more, Vulnavia, come my trusted aide. [Vulnavia appears] Dr. Phibes: Thank you, my dear, for answering my call. Upstairs, in my safe, is a most precious map of papyrus. The way to a pharaoh's tomb! Beneath which flows, each two thousand years, the River of Life. We must make haste and find the river at its flood Trout: But no one's ever gotten the better of Phibes sir. To our uncertain knowledge he's already killed fifteen men. You can't hope to win! Dr. Anton Phibes: Go Vulnavia. Your work is complete, come and join us on the other side. [last lines]
: [singing] Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly / Birds fly over the rainbow, why, oh, why can't I? Dr. Phibes: Sleep on my sweet Victoria, for regal claws of noble birds guard well your place of rest. For those poor fools that dare intrude, the penalty is death. Waverly: And just why was the principle witness allowed to leave the country? Trout: It was a peculiar matter and we were dealing with a very difficult gentleman. Waverly: Well I've got news for you Trout, you're dealing with an even more difficult one right now! Biederbeck: If ever a man deserved to die it's you. 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. [finding a corpse] Biederbeck: Hackett! Waverley: He has nothing to say, sir. 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. Phibes: It is a pity in a way. We have so much in common. Biederbeck: You flatter yourself. Dr. Phibes: I think not. For years I have had one terrible obsession - to find the river of life once used by the pharaohs of Egypt. It lies beyond those gates, a river that gives new life, again and again and again. Biederbeck: Why do you think I came here? Dr. Phibes: You have all the life you need. Biederbeck: No more, Phibes. The elixir that gave my life for a hundred years is gone. It has suspended time and age, but no more. Dr. Phibes: How long? How many years? Biederbeck: Too long to remember. Too long to throw it all away now! Dr. Anton Phibes: If music be the food of love, play on! Narrator: The incredible legends of the abominable Dr. Phibes began a few short years ago, all of them unfortunately true! Waverly: Maybe he won't come back. Trout: Oh, it's Phibes, all right, sir... and he always comes back. Trout: I'm a bit apprehensive about finding the others, sir. Do you think you know where we are? Waverley: Trout, I don't think; I know. Trout: I don't think you know either, sir. Waverly: Come along, Trout, strike camp. 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?