The Fugitive (1993) - Quotes

Taglines: A murdered wife. A one-armed man. An obsessed detective. The chase begins.

Kimble: I thought you said you didn't care.

Gerard: [They begin laughing] I don't. Don't tell anyone, will you?

Dr. Charles Nichols: Richard. I'm sorry, I'm in ‘d middle of this speech.

Dr. Richard Kimble: You almost got away with it, didn't you? I know all about it. I can prove it.

Dr. Charles Nichols: Ladies and gentlemen, my friend Richard Kimble doesn't fell well obviously, so...if you'll go on with your dessert and coffee...Richard, do you mind to step aside, and let's talk. Okay. So, uh, I'll be back in... just a second.

Dr. Richard Kimble: You changed the samples, didn't you, huh? You switched the samples! After Lentz died.

Dr. Charles Nichols: [Richard Forces Nichols' arm down] Richard, let-

Host: Let's stay, stay calm, people.

Dr. Richard Kimble: [shoves Charles] After Lentz died you were the only one who had the access. You switched the samples, And the pathology reports. You kill Lentz, too?! Huh?!

Host: Can we get some security in here please?

Dr. Richard Kimble: Huh? Did You?

Dr. Richard Kimble: He falsified his research... so that RDU-90 could be... approved, and... Devlin MacGregor could give you...Provasic.

Dr. Richard Kimble: [on a payphone] I found him, Chuck. I found the man who killed Helen.

Dr. Charles Nichols: [on a Hotel phone] What?

Dr. Richard Kimble: It was Me they were after.

Dr. Charles Nichols: Who? Who are "They"?

Dr. Richard Kimble: Devlin MacGregor and Lentz.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Richard?!!

Dr. Richard Kimble: Officer, officer! There's a man in a blue topcoat waving a gun and screaming…at a woman.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: STOP THAT MAN!!

Marshal Henry: He's a US Marshal, let him go, let him go!

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Close the gates, go! LOCK IT NOW!!!

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Agh that door!!

Detective Kelly: All right, let's go over it again from the top. What time did he arrive at the house?

Drug Dealer: Around 10:30 in the morning.

Detective Kelly: And he was alone?

Drug Dealer: Yeah he was alone.

Detective Kelly: And you got a good look at him?

Drug Dealer: [Rosetti shows the dealer Kimble's wanted poster] Yeah I got a real good look.

Detective Rosetti: You better be straight with me, kid. You mean to tell me that this is the guy staying in your mother's basement?

Drug Dealer: That's what I'm tellin you.

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: [clicks his tongue] Why? So he can go back to prison? 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 Bobby 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.

Marshal Bobby Biggs: It's hinky, Sam. I mean, this guy is a college graduate. He became a doctor. I mean, he ain't gonna go through here with all this security. Hinky.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: What does that mean Biggs, "hinky"?

Marshal Bobby Biggs: I don't know. Strange. Weird.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Well, why don't you say strange or weird? I mean "hinky", that has no meaning.

Marshal Bobby Biggs: Well, we say "hinky".

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: I don't want you guys using words around me that got no meaning. I'm taking the stairs and waking.

Marshal Bobby Biggs: [sotto voice] How about bullshit? How about bullshit, Sam?

Dr. Charles Nichols: Oh, my god, Richard!

Dr. Richard Kimble: How are you, Charlie?

Dr. Charles Nichols: Jesus, you're back.

Dr. Richard Kimble: I need some money.

Dr. Charles Nichols: Sure, sure. Get in.

Dr. Richard Kimble: No, I can't. Just whatever you got on you. You're hot, pal. If not now, you will be.

Dr. Charles Nichols: Have you got a place to stay? I mean, how can I help you?

Police officer: [on bullhorn] You have a green light, get going.

Dr. Charles Nichols: Richard...

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [listens; sets down the receiver and hands the file on Copeland over to another agent, then heads into a conference room where his other deputies are listening to the tapped phone call Kimble made to his lawyer; closes the doors behind him; Biggs barks like a happy dog; Gerard leans back in his chair] What can I tell you, sir? Mr. Copeland was a bad man. He was gonna kill one of my kids. Well, sir, you can blame me, I mean I'm the one who shot him. So he showed up not dead yet. Let that be a lesson to you, boys and girls. Don't ever argue with the big dog. The big dog is always right.

Deputy Poole: [Gerard laughs dryly] Yeah you've been right before.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [The techs play the phone call from the beginning; as the conversation plays, we hear a bell ringing in the background; at the point where Walter asks Kimble for his location, the rumbling of a train passing overhead can be heard] All right.

Marshal Henry: I might be crazy, but that train sounds like an L'.

Deputy Bobby Biggs: St. Louis doesn't have an elevated train.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: How do you know it's an elevated train?

Marshal Stevens: You know, I think he's right. I lived under an L for twenty years.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [sarcastically] Oh, then you can explain the difference in the sound of an elevated train as opposed to a train that's running along the ground. Play that back. I wanna hear the sounds of an elevated train.

Marshal Cosmo Renfro: [[w:New York City Subway|an 'el'] All right, now wait a minute. Now What cities have L's? uh, New York's got ].

Deputy Poole: [[w:Market-Frankford Line|Philly] ].

Deputy Bobby Biggs: [[w:Chicago 'L'|We do] ].

Marshal Cosmo Renfro: We got an el', Milwaukee's got an el'.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Hold it right there! When the lawyer says that he sounds guilty, there's bells in the background, there's a guy on a PA. I wanna drop everything but the guy on the PA. Can you do that?

Technician: [presses a few buttons, rewinds the tape, and presses play; at the point where Walter asks Kimble "Why did you run?" a distinguishable P.A. voice comes on] Yeah, I'll try it. Hold on.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Yeah Right there.

PA Announcer on tape: [unintelligible] Next stop...

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [The tech rewinds, presses a few more buttons, and replays that portion of the clip; this time, the announcer is more clearly audible] What's he saying? Something like "Next," uh, "stop"? It sounds like "Next stop". Do that again.

PA Announcer on tape: [[w:Merchandise Mart (CTA station)|Merchandise Mart] Next Stop: ].

Deputy Poole: [repeating the announcer's words] Merchandise Mart".

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Son-of-a-bitch, our boy came home.

Marshal Cosmo Renfro: [realizing] That bell, That bell is the bell on the Wells Street Bridge. It's six blocks away.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: I knew that was an elevated train.

Marshal Bobby Biggs: [standing up] Oh yeah, big dog, you're never wrong.

Deputy Noah Newman: I can't hear anything. My My ears uh.... I can't believe you did that.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: You think I should have bargained with that guy?

Deputy Noah Newman: Yeah, I do. You could've missed. You Could've killed me.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Yeah?

Deputy Noah Newman: Yeah.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: How bad's that ear?

Deputy Noah Newman: It's terrible. I'm gonna have permanent hearing damage.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [Newman lowers his head] Let me see it. Come here. Can you hear what I'm saying now?

Deputy Noah Newman: Yeah.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [whispering] I...don't...bargain. You hear that?

Deputy Noah Newman: Yeah.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Okay.

State Police Captain: Marshal, I do not want to tell you how to do your job, but only one person in a million could survive that fall! The guy is fish food!

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: OK, get a cane pole, go catch the fish that ate him.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: I wanna see a helicopter come over here, 100 feet off this river--make him aware of these wires...

Marshal Bobby Biggs: Sam, what are you, out of your mind?! He's dead!

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: That ought to make him easy to catch. Hounds! I want hounds on both banks of this river for two miles upstream and downstream. You guys got a search-and-rescue team in this county? Get them down here and drag the bottom of this spillway. How come they haven't turned off the water?

Deputy Poole: Somebody from County's working on it.

Cosmo Renfro: [after Kimble has just leapt off the dam to escape] What happened? Where'd he go?

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [[w:Peter Pan|Peter Pan] The guy did a ] right off of this dam, right here!

Cosmo Renfro: What?

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [Laughs in amazement] Yeah! BOOM!

Cosmo Renfro: Holy shit! All Right, Can we go home now?

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: No.

Dr. Richard Kimble: I didn't kill my wife!

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: I don't care!

Cosmo Renfro: Shit, I just bought these shoes!

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Shut up, Cosmo.

Marshal Bobby Biggs: Sam!

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: What?

Marshal Bobby Biggs: We just got a call from Harris Community Hospital. The wounded guard swears he saw Kimble outside the emergency room!

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Well, that's odd.

Marshal Bobby Biggs: And an ambulance is missing.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Where's he going in an ambulance?

Dr. Richard Kimble: [Leaves; the paramedics are dumbstruck] 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?

State Trooper: Hey, Doc! We're looking for a prisoner from that bus-train wreck a couple of hours ago, might be hurt.

Dr. Richard Kimble: Uh, what does he look like?

State Trooper: 6'1, 180, brown hair, brown eyes, beard. See anyone like that around?

Dr. Richard Kimble: [starts to leave, but then...] Every time I look in the mirror, pal - except for the beard, of course!

State Trooper: Doc?

Dr. Richard Kimble: [hesitates, thinking he's about to get caught; The trooper points at Kimble's crotch to indicate to Kimble that his fly is down] Yeah?

Deputy Poole: Chester Police just found a blood trail! Two miles, southeast.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Robert?

Marshal Bobby Biggs: Yo!

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Type that blood, match it against all four prisoners. Renfro?

Marshal Cosmo Renfro: Yo!

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Get a fax ID on Kimble to every local hospital. And follow with the troopers. Newman?

Marshal Noah Newman: Yes?

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: What are you doing?

Marshal Noah Newman: I'm thinking.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Well think me up a cup of coffee and a chocolate donut with some of those little sprinkles on top, will you? As long as you're thinking?

Old Prison Guard: ...the bus rolls over several times before it settled at the bottom of the hill here. I don't know if I passed out or what, but, when I looked up, the train was bearing down on us. Fast. I don't know how, uh, it's-still kinda hazy, but, somehow I grabbed him and---and I pushed him out of the bus.

Sheriff Rollins: You're a brave man. You could've both been killed.

Old Prison Guard: Yeah, I know! But, hell, he's my partner. He would have done the same for me.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Excuse me, sheriff, I'm United States Marshal Samuel Gerard. I'd like to talk to you-

Sheriff Rollins: [sincerely; turns his attention back to the guard] Uh, I'll be with you in just a minute.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: OK.

Sheriff Rollins: [He shows the guard photos of Carlson, Copeland and Pernilla] One more time. Just for the record, uh, these three are dead?

Old Prison Guard: Yeah.

Sheriff Rollins: [shows the guard a sheet with Kimble's mugshot; the guard looks at it closely] And, uh, this one?

Old Prison Guard: [The sheriff turns back to Gerard] Well, everything happened so fast. Uh.... no, I don't think he made it.

Sheriff Rollins: Well, looks like you came a long way for nothin'.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: With all due respect, uh, Sheriff Rollins, I'd like to recommend checkpoints on a fifteen mile radius at I-57, I-24, and over here on Route 13 east of Chester-

Sheriff Rollins: Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, wait a minute: uh, the prisoners are all dead. The only thing checkpoints are gonna do is get a lot of good people frantic around here and flood my office with calls.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [Rollins looks at him incredulously] Well, shit, Sheriff, I would really hate to see that happen, so I guess I'll take over your investigation.

Sheriff Rollins: [scoffs] On what authority?

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [pause] Governor of the State of Illinois, United States Marshal's Office, Fifth District, Northern Illinois.

Sheriff Rollins: [hands the file over to Gerard; to his deputies] All right, fine. Uh, you want jurisdiction over this mess? You got it. Okay boys, gather around here and listen up! Uh, we're shuttin it down, Wyatt Earp's here to mop up.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [Biggs shoulders his way through the crowd] That's funny. "Wyatt Earp".

Marshal Bobby Biggs: [Gerard looks at what's in Biggs' hands] Excuse me. Sam! Sam!

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [dangles a set of unshackled leg irons in front of the guard] Oh, wow, gee whiz! Look here! You know, we're always fascinated when we find leg irons with no legs in them! Who held the keys, sir?

Old Prison Guard: Me.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Where are those keys at?

Old Prison Guard: I don't know.

Deputy Erin Poole: Care to revise your statement, sir?

Old Prison Guard: What?

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [Poole shows the photo of Kimble to the guard] Do you want to change your bullshit story, sir?

Old Prison Guard: [after looking at it for a few seconds] He mighta got out.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: He mighta got out"?

Sheriff Rollins: What the hell is this?! A minute ago you're telling me was part of the wreckage! Now he might have gotten out?!

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Listen up, ladies and gentlemen! Our fugitive has been on the run for 90 minutes. Average foot speed over uneven ground barring injuries is 4 miles per hour and that gives us a radius of... 6 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 Doctor Richard Kimble. Go get him.

Copeland: Now you listen, and you listen good. I don't care which way you run. Just don't follow me, got it?

Dr. Richard Kimble: Hey Copeland?

Dr. Richard Kimble: Be good.

Helen Kimble: Thank you for coming with me to that charity ball. I know how much you hate those functions, but God, I love looking at you in a tux.

Dr. Richard Kimble: [Kimble's car phone rings; he switches it to a hands-free mode] I just feel I look like I'm a waiter or something. Hello?

Chicago Memorial employee: Dr. Kimble?

Dr. Richard Kimble: Yes, it is.

Chicago Memorial employee: Sorry to bother you, sir, but Dr. Stevens just went into emergency OR and asks if you could give him a hand on this one.

Dr. Richard Kimble: All right, call him back. Tell him I'll be right there.

Chicago Memorial employee: Thank you, doctor.

Dr. Richard Kimble: [hangs up] Yep, thank you. Good night.

Helen Kimble: I'll wait up for you.

Helen Kimble: I'll wait up for you...I'll wait up for you.

Detective Kelly: We just got word from the U.S. Marshals that our old friend Richard Kimble is alive and well and has decided to come back home to Chicago. Now, we all know what high regard we hold for this scumbag, so I am personally donating a bottle of 12-year old Scotch to whoever puts the collar on this quack.

Marshal Samuel Gerard: Dr. Richard Kimble! There's no way out of here, Richard! The entire building is locked down! Give it up Richard, you don't have any time, Chicago police department thinks you're a cop killer, they WILL shoot you on sight! Richard, I know you're innocent! I know about Frederick Sykes! I know about Dr. Charles Nichols! Richard, he borrowed your car the night of your wife's murder, he had the keys! No forced entry, Richard! He telephoned Sykes from your car, Richard! Richard, give it up! Richard, I'm either lying or I'm gonna shoot you, what do you think? Give it up, It's time to stop running!

Marshal Samuel Gerard: Stop that Man!!!

Marshal Samuel Gerard: So he showed up not dead yet. 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.

Marshal Samuel Gerard: [On the phone receiving a dressing down from his superior that he was supposed to capture and interrogate Copeland, not kill him] What can I tell you, sir? Mr. Copeland was a bad man. He was going to kill one of my kids. Well, sir you can blame me, I mean I'm the one who shot him.

Marshal Samuel Gerard: Your fugitive's name is Dr. Richard Kimble. Go get him.

Dr. Richard Kimble: You switched the samples, And the pathology reports! You kill Lentz, too?! Huh?! Did you?! He falsified his research, so that RDU-90 could be approved and Devlin McGregor could give you... Provasic!

Dr. Richard Kimble: [to a cop he stops while being chased by Gerard; The cops temporarily restrain Gerard] Officer, there's a man in a blue topcoat waving a gun and screaming...at a woman.