State Trooper: [sees Kimble in hospital, disguised as a doctor] Hey, Doc! We're looking for a prisoner from that bus-train wreck a couple of hours ago, might be hurt.
Dr. Richard Kimble: Uhh, what does he look like?
State Trooper: 6'1, 180, brown hair, brown eyes, beard. See anyone like that around?
Dr. Richard Kimble: Every time I look in the mirror, pal... except for the beard, of course!

Henry, Dr. Nichols lied to me. Go find him.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Yeah... that's right Richard... I don't care. I'm not trying to solve a puzzle here...
Dr. Richard Kimble: Well, I am trying to solve a puzzle.
Cosmo Renfro: Five seconds to location.
Dr. Richard Kimble: And I just found a big piece!
[slams phone down but doesn't hang up]

We were just informed by the U.S. Marshal's Office that Doctor Richard Kimble is alive and well and living in the city of Chicago. Now you all know in what high regard I hold the scumbag. So I am personally donating a bottle of 12 Scotch to whoever puts the collar on this quack.

Detective Kelly

Alright, listen up, people. Our fugitive has been on the run for ninety minutes. Average foot speed over uneven ground barring injuries is 4 miles per hour. That gives us a radius of six miles. What I want from each and every one of you is a hard target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, hen house, outhouse and doghouse in that area. Checkpoints go up at 15 miles. Your fugitive's name is Dr. Richard Kimble. Go get him.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard

My god. Do we really suck or is this guy really that good?

Mr. Hertz

DQ: Who are you?
Mr. Smith: I'm a British nanny, and I'm dangerous.

Guns don't kill people! But they sure help.

Mr. Hertz

[repeated line] You know what I hate?

Mr. Smith

Eat your vegetables.

Mr. Smith

[after being propelled from his car into a van and shooting all occupants inside] So much for seatbelts.

Mr. Smith

Oh, you have caused me no end of trouble!

Mr. Hertz

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