Forever Knight (1992–1996)
Lucien LaCroix: Life is a gift. As sweet as a ripped peach, as precious as a guilded jewel. I've never understood the logic of willfully surrendering such a treasure. And what is there to gain? How dark can your existance be when compared to an empty void? Unless of course, you have faith that there is something beyond. What do you see from where you stand? A bright light at the end of the tunnel? Is it a ray of hope? A glimmer of something better? Or will it burn you like the rising sun? Is that sound you're hearing the trumpeting of St. Peter's angels, or the screams of Memnoch's tortured souls? You can't answer that, can you, because you will never know the answer, till the deed is done. And is your faith, really that strong? I understand the need to move on, it is something that happens, and your time has truly come. I also understand that with the beauty of this life there comes pain and despair. No one is immune. But consider what is in your hands. Don't trade a treasure for an empty box.
[Examining the contents of Tracy's refrigerator]
Javier Vachon: You arrange this stuff alphabetically?
Javier Vachon: So, what is this now? Every time you run across something really weird, you run to your supernatural chum, Vachon, for the inside dope?
Tracy Vetter: Well, you're the only supernatural friend I have.
Janette: Surely you are old enough by now to understand the difference between "not guilty" and "innocent."
Janette: That's not enthusiasm, it's desperation. They all dance as if Father Time were shooting bullets at their feet. Which, I suppose, he is.
Det. Nick Knight: I need a favor, Nat.
Natalie: I don't know, Nick, favors for you usually involve more than "Can I borrow your car?"
Det. Nick Knight: I'll need that too.
Tracy: Now that I've expressly told you I don't need your help... I need your help.
Javier Vachon: First night, first feeding, you wake up so hungry, you'll do anything for the blood you need. Take anyone. Enemy, friend, lover. If your first kill isn't human, you don't hunger for humans.
Det. Nick Knight: I take it you need something.
Javier Vachon: Your doctor friend.
Det. Nick Knight: What for?
Javier Vachon: I've got a sick friend. I need her help.
Det. Nick Knight: She's not that kind of doctor.
Javier Vachon: I hear she's pretty good with the dead. And the undead. Look, I can't take this one to the hospital. In the emergency room, what am I'm gonna tell them? He's allergic to penicillin, garlic, sunlight, crosses, and food. He's about four hundred and fifty and he can fly.
Schanke: I'm curious what happens when we die, but I don't go on reconnaissance missions to find out!
Det. Nick Knight: Don't. Don't get too close to me.
Natalie: Why? You want to hurt me? Kill me?
Det. Nick Knight: No. But I might anyway.
Lucien LaCroix: I have faced death this night, and I have called his bluff.
Det. Nick Knight: And you're not afraid?
Dr. Natalie Lambert: Fear is based on ignorance. I'd rather try to understand. Understand who you are... *what* you are.
Det. Nick Knight: You're a unique woman.
Dr. Natalie Lambert: No. I'm a scientist.
Det. Nick Knight: Science won't help you to understand what I am, or the hell of an existence I've locked myself into.
Det. Nick Knight: I am what I am, and I don't think Betty Ford takes vampires.
Det. Nick Knight: I'm re-vamping myself, Janette. From now on, I say I'm a vampire and proud of it!
Det. Don Schanke: You're not talking about a six-year-old here.
Det. Nick Knight: We *could* debate that, Schanke.
Lucien LaCroix: [Opening credits narration] He was brought across in 1228, Preyed on humans for their blood. Now he wants to be mortal again. To repay society for his sins, To emerge from his world of darkness, From his endless Forever Knight.
Natalie: Nick, I'm in the habit of believing 10 unbelievable things before breakfast every day, starting with you.
Tracy Vetter: I dated him once.
Det. Nick Knight: Was it serious?
Tracy Vetter: No, I mean I dated him ONCE.
Lucien LaCroix: Well I have seen stranger things in my time - men who walk through fire, children born speaking long-dead languages, and Harry Houdini had rather a nifty trick with handcuffs and a tank full of water.
Lucien LaCroix: You don't look well, Don Constantine. Time's a bitch, isn't it?
Lucien LaCroix: I can see by the old clock on the wall that it's very nearly Father's Day. So, tonight's question is - what is a father?
Capt. Amanda Cohen: I think you're very lucky to have such good friends. Appreciate them, Knight. It's what makes life worth living.