THE FUGITIVE

Samuel Gerard: Well, shit, sheriff. Sheriff Rollins: Okay boys, gather around here and listen up. We're shuttin' it down, Wyatt Earp's here to mop up. U.S. Marshall Gerard: That's funny. "Wyatt Earp." Dep. Biggs: If they can dye the river green today, why can't they dye it blue the other 364 days of the year? Bones: What ever happened with that thing about your wife? Kimble: It's not over. Samuel Gerard: Listen up, ladies and gentlemen. Our fugitive has been on the run for 90 minutes. Average foot speed over unever ground barring injuries is four miles per hour; that gives us a radius of six miles. What I want out of each and every one of you is a hard target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in that area. Checkpoints go up at fifteen miles. Your fugitive's name is Dr. Richard Kimble. Go get him. U.S. Marshal Samuel Gerard: Newman, what are you doing? Newman: I'm thinking. U.S. Marshal Samuel Gerard: Well, think me up a cup of coffee and a chocolate doughnut with some of those little sprinkles on top, while you're thinking. Cosmo Renfro: When I die, I'm gonna come back just like you. U.S. Marshal Samuel Gerard: Oh, you mean happy and handsome? U.S. Marshal Erin Poole: Care to revise your statement, sir? Prison Guard: What? U.S. Marshal Samuel Gerard: Do you want to change your bullshit story, sir? U.S. Marshal Samuel Gerard: I want a whole bunch of phone taps. You tell him I'll call him up later and tell on whom - IF I'm in a good mood. U.S. Marshal Samuel Gerard: Let that be a lesson to you, boys and girls. Don't ever argue with the big dog, because the big dog is always right. Dr. Richard Kimble: I didn't kill my wife! U.S. Marshal Samuel Gerard: I don't care! Detective Kelly: 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. U.S. 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. You'll never find him. He's too smart. Biggs: Oh... we're pretty smart guys. U.S. Marshal Samuel Gerard: Yeah, what about us? Cosmo Renfro: Last time I looked. U.S. 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: Smarter. [Last line] Dr. Richard Kimble: I thought you didn't care? U.S. Marshal Samuel Gerard: I don't! [laughs] Don't tell anybody, OK? ~ Home ~ Movies ~ Songs ~ Anonymous ~ Women ~ ~ Friendship ~ Life and Success ~ Poems ~ Shakespeare ~ Star Trek ~