Dr. Richard Kimble: [after Kimbles has just passed the stabbed bus prison guard who he saved] Tell the attending he's got a puncture in the epigastric area.
Paramedic: How the hell could he tell that by looking at his face?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Why did Richard Kimble kill his wife?
Detective Kelly: He did it for the money.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: What do you mean, he did it for the money? He's a doctor. He's already rich.
Detective Kelly: But she was more rich.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Doctor Nichols, you really want to help him? You really want to be his friend? Then you'll help us bring him in, unharmed.
Dr. Charles Nichols: Why? So he can go back to prison? Tsk, tsk, tsk. If you want help, gentlemen, you've come to the wrong man. Richard is innocent and you'll never find him. He's too smart.
Marshal Biggs: [sarcastically] Oh well... we're pretty smart guys.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Yeah, what about us?
Cosmo Renfro: Last time I looked.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Yeah, we're smart. We are. I mean, how smart could he be, really? Is he as smart as you are?
Dr. Charles
Nichols: [thinks and considers his answer, smiles] Smarter.
[after Kimble jumps off of the dam]
Marshal Biggs: Sam, are you out of your mind? He's dead.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: That ought to make him easier to catch.
Marshal Henry: I may be crazy but that train sounds like an el.
Cosmo Renfro: St Louis doesn't have an elevated train.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: How do you know it's an elevated train?
Marshal Stevens: I think he's right, I lived under an el for 20 years.
Deputy Marshal Samuel
Gerard: Then you can explain the difference in the sound of an elevated train as opposed to a train that's running along the ground. You must have ears like a eagle, play that back, I wanna hear the sound of an elevated train.
Dr. Anne Eastman: Hey, Do you have a particular interest in our patient's X-Rays?
Dr. Richard Kimble: What do you mean?
Dr. Anne Eastman: I saw you looking at that boy's chest film.
Dr. Richard Kimble: It's a hobby of mine.
Dr. Anne Eastman: It's a hobby, really? What are your other
hobbies - brain surgery?
Poole: [taking fax] Background just came in from Chicago.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: About time! What do we got?
Cosmo Renfro: Uh, "Richard David Kimble, vascular surgeon... " what the hell is that?
Poole: Somebody that makes more money than you.
Cosmo Renfro: [stepping in the tunnel sewage] Aw, shit! I just bought these shoes.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Shut up, Cosmo.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: All right, I want to start right there. We're going start with phone taps. I want to start with his lawyer first.
Cosmo Renfro: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're never gonna get that.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: You call Judge Reuben and tell him I want a whole bunch of phone taps...
Cosmo
Renfro: Why are you yelling at me? Why?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: And I'll call him later and tell him on who...
Cosmo Renfro: Why are you always yelling at me?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: IF, I'm in a good mood.
Cosmo Renfro: Why don't you yell at her some time?
Old Guard: [seeing his injured partner] Kimble! Kimble, get over here! You're a doctor, do something for him!
Dr. Richard Kimble: Unlock me! Unlock me!
Old Guard: [throws him the keys to his shackles] Here!
[a train horn is heard approaching]
Old Guard: What the hell is that?
[a bright light
reveals the bus is lying on a railroad track, with a train oncoming]
Old Guard: To hell with you!
[the Guard jumps out the window, Kimble tries to pull the wounded guard to his feet]
Dr. Richard Kimble: Copeland, give me a hand with this man! Copeland, give me a hand with this man!
Copeland: [heading for the window]
Kiss my ass, Doc!
Detective Kelly: [to all the new and current police officers sitting around him] 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 twelve-year-old Scotch to whoever puts the collar on this quack.