- Narrator: [Act One Opening Narration. Viewers see Richard Kimble at work as a dishwasher] The man is Richard Kimble - and not surprisingly, the man is tired. Tired of looking over his shoulder, the ready lie, the buses and freight trains. Richard Kimble is tired of running.
- [Professor Lazer is giving his summation of a mock trial to his students]
- Professor G. Stanley Lazer: But I should like you to consider if you will, the defendant himself. What manner of human being are we judging here today? A member of one of the great professions, he now stands before this court even as the most humble supplicant. And what he asks from you is only this: compassion.
- [Kimble, watching the proceedings on a TV, begins to understand what Lazer is doing: putting himself on trial]
- Professor G. Stanley Lazer: He's a man whose very vocation demanded a dedication far beyond that required of the ordinary man. Perhaps, he gave too much... shutting out that which should have been most important to him: family, friends, and even humanity. And then, suddenly, he was thrust out of the only life he knew, unable then to do the very work, which for him made any life meaningful. He was exiled to a world he hated. Hated only because it was strange to him, and because... because memories of mountaintops blinded him to the beauties of the valley. He had such an abundance of hate that he built a wall of it. A wall so high that no man could extend a hand over it in friendship.
- Paul Mitchell: [whispering to Gould] He's not talking about Kimble.
- Lee Gould: [whispering back] He never was.
- Professor G. Stanley Lazer: [continuing to the mock jury] He has no one now. His wife, a lonely woman, taken from this earth in a pointless and insane moment of violence. And though the woman was dead, the man still selfishly scratched at his own wounds, until he was marked by scars that cut deep into his very soul.
- [pause]
- Professor G. Stanley Lazer: This, then is the man you are asked to judge. I commend him to your mercy.
- Narrator: [Epilog Closing Narration. Viewers see Richard Kimble board a bus labeled 'Allegheny Bus Lines'] Another town, another name. The search continues, and Richard Kimble now knows beyond any doubt that it must continue. There is no resting place for a Fugitive.
- Nancy Gilman: I've been waiting to talk to you.
- Dr. Richard Kimble: [Starts to walk by her] Good morning. I'm late.
- Nancy Gilman: Dr. Kimble!
- Dr. Richard Kimble: You mind using "Hey you" or "Fella" from now on?
- Dr. Richard Kimble: I don't want anyone to suffer. But I have to stay.
- Nancy Gilman: Doctor, don't you see the chance you're taking here?
- Dr. Richard Kimble: Look, Miss Gilman, I'm fighting for my life.
- Nancy Gilman: I'm fighting for his. And I'm not going to lose.
- Dr. Richard Kimble: Well maybe I misunderstand your duties as his secretary.
- Professor G. Stanley Lazer: And a woman who had been drinking. And we shall introduce evidence to prove that Mrs. Kimble had been drinking. Such a woman would have her ability to resist considerably lessened. Isn't that right, Doctor?
- Dr. Gary: Well, that might depend on the amount she consumed. A small amount would...
- Professor G. Stanley Lazer: At least six martinis in an hour and a half.
- Lee Gould: Objection!