[Dean listens carefully, expression dubious. He would make some kind of clever remark about how the Roaring Twenties were a pretty swingin' time, and how all the women were loose, but everything that Philip says afterwards strikes a really funny chord in him.
Dean isn't the pop culture film buff for nothing.]
Dude, that's like...exactly the same as the Boris Karloff movie.
[The more he thinks about it, the weirder it all seems. Dean starts listing.]
Crazy Egyptian priest tries to resurrect his girlfriend with a fancy spellbook, gets mummified alive, comes back from the dead and finds another chick in the modern day - the thirties, or something - to take her place.
[If he could remember what the Hell the priest's name was, this might be even easier. He really ought to sit down and watch that film again. Boris Karloff is awesome.]
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Dean isn't the pop culture film buff for nothing.]
Dude, that's like...exactly the same as the Boris Karloff movie.
[The more he thinks about it, the weirder it all seems. Dean starts listing.]
Crazy Egyptian priest tries to resurrect his girlfriend with a fancy spellbook, gets mummified alive, comes back from the dead and finds another chick in the modern day - the thirties, or something - to take her place.
[If he could remember what the Hell the priest's name was, this might be even easier. He really ought to sit down and watch that film again. Boris Karloff is awesome.]