Akmed Khazzan: And do you often go out with men in the evening whom you meet in the afternoon?
Erica Baron: This is your country and your office and your little tea party, Doctor *Khazzan*; but, I've got to tell you, you're the rudest sonntofabitch I've ever met in my life.
Yvon Mageot: I wouldn't get overwrought with grief, if I were you. Hamdi had a rather nasty side to him. You don't acquire a shop like his in a place like this without dealing with some pretty dirty people.
Don: Mount up! Mrs. Ahlquist, you look great from this angle. Is that your end or the camel's I'm looking at?
Don: Okay, this way. This way. Watch your step. Watch your step along here. If you can't feel your way, feel the person next to you. If you can't feel the person next to you, feel me. Wahoo!
Erica Baron: Coming here was the biggest thing of my life. Now, all I want to do is go home.
Erica Baron: [after being discovered hiding under her hotel bed] I was just checking to make sure that the mattress tag hadn't been ripped off. Because, it's against the law.
Don: Okay, gang, now listen, the lights down here date from the dark ages and you'll forgive the pun. So, I want you all to stick close to each other. All except for Mrs. Ahlquist, who can stick close to me. Just kidding, Mr. Ahlquist.
Yvon Mageot: Yes - and I think perhaps you also want something from me.
Erica Baron: Do you know what the chances of getting anywhere in Egyptology *through* the normal routes are for a woman? Do you know how many times you're passed over in favor of your so-called colleagues because of an accident of fate that happened 10 million years ago when somebody had to get up, leave the cave, go out and strangle an animal for dinner. It was *their* gender and not mine that was dumb enough, hostile enough, and big enough to do it.