Richard: When I came hom there was a man in my house.

Richard: Hey, Copeland. Be good.

Sam: My, my, my what a mess.

Sam: Listen up ladies and gentlemen! Our fugitive has been on the run for 90 minutes. The average foot speed over uneven ground bearing injuries is 4 miles an hour. That gives us a radius of 6 miles. What I want out of each one of you us a hard target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse, and doghouse in that area. Checkpoints go up in 15 minutes. Your figitives name is Dr. Richard Kimble. Go get him.

Cosmo: Vascular? What's that?
Poole: Someone who makes a lot more money than you do.

Sam: We got a gopher.

Richard: I didn't kill my wife.
Sam: I don't care.

Sam: Never argue with the big dog. The big dog is always right.

Emergency dispatcher: Emergency. 911.
Helen: Please help me.
Emergency dispatcher: What seems to be the problem, ma'am?
Helen: He's...still in the house.
Emergency dispatcher: Did I hear you right? Someone's in your house?
Helen: *gasps* He's trying to kill me.
Emergency dispatcher: Would you repeat that, please? Ma'am?
Helen: He's trying to kill me.
Emergency dispatcher: Ma'am? Ma'am is your attacker still in the house? Ma'am?
Helen: Richard.
Emergency dispatcher: Ma'am.
Helen: Richard. He's trying to kill me.

Judge: Mr. Kimble, having considered all the factors and aggrevation and mitigation in this case and found the offense was brutal and indicative of wanton cruelty, it's the judgement of this court that you be remanded to Illinois State Pentitentory where you will wait execution by lethal injection. On a date to be set forth by the Attorney General of this state, and may God have mercy on your soul.

Poole: Do you care to advise your statement sir?
Guard: What?
Sam: Do you want to change your bullshit story, sir?

Sam: Newman.
Newman: Yes?
Sam: What are you doing?
Newman: I'm thinking.
Sam: Well, think me up a cup of coffee and a chocolate doughnut with some of those little sprinkles on top.

Biggs: Are you out of your mind. He's dead.
Sam: That ought to make him easy to catch.

Newman: I can't believe you did that.
Sam: You think I should've bargained with that guy?
Newman: Yeah. I do. You could've missed. You could've killed me.
Sam: Yeah. How bad's that ear?
Newman: It's terrible. I'm going to have permanent hearing damage.
Sam: Let me see it. Come here. Can you hear what I'm saying now?
Newman: Yeah.
Sam: I...don't...bargain. You hear that?
Newman: Yeah.
Sam: Ok.

Sam: So why did Richard Kimble kill his wife?
Detective Kelly: He did it for the money.
Sam: What do you mean he did it for the money? He's a doctor. He'a already rich.
Detective Kelly: She was more rich.

Dectective Kelly: All right people. As of this morning we were notified by the U.S. Marshals office that our old friend Dr. Richard Kimble is alive and well and back home here in Chicago. Now, you all know what high regard we hold this scumbag. So I personally am donating a bottle of 12-year-pld scoutch to whoever puts the collar on this quack.

Nichols: Richard is smart. You'll never find him. He's too smart.
Biggs: Oh...we're smart guys.
Sam: Yeah. What about us?
Cosmo: Last time I looked.
Sam: We're smart. We are. I mean, how smart can he be? Is he as smart as you are?
Nichols: Smarter.

Biggs: If they can dye this river green today, why can't they dye it blue the other 364 days of the year?

Sam: What does that mean Biggs, hinky?
Biggs: I don't know. Strange.
Sam: Why don't you say strange or weird? Hinky, that has no meaning.
Biggs: Well, we say hinky.
Sam: I don't want you guys using words that got no meaning.

Richard: Do you remember what I told you in the tunnel?
Sam: Uh, yeah. Yeah. I remember. Well, it was noisy. I think you said something like, um...you didn't kill your wife.
Richard: Remember what you told me?
Sam: I remember you were pointing my gun at me.
Richard: You said, "I don't care."
Sam: Yeah. Richard. That's right. I don't care. I'm not trying to solve a puzzle here.
Richard: Well, I am trying to solve a puzzle here. And I just found a big piece.

Skyes: Everybody knows my name here. Big happy family.

Sam: How did you loose that arm?
Skyes: In the line of duty.

Richard: I found him Chuck. I found the man who killed Helen.
Nichols: What?
Richard: It was me who they were after.

Nichols: You're getting pretty desperate aren't you, Mr. Gerard?
Sam: Oh, yeah.

Bones: What ever happened with that thing about your wife?
Richard: It's not over.

Richard: Why Helen?

Sam: Newman get rid of the helicopter!
Newman: Why?
Sam: Cause I don't want to get shot!

Richard: They killed my wife.
Sam: I know it, Richard. I know it.

Sam: You know I'm glad. I need the rest.

Richard: I thought you didn't care?
Sam: I don't. Don't tell anybody ok.