- Narrator: [Act I Opening Narration. Viewers see Richard Kimble working at a Florida pier, trying to tie up a boat before the arrival of a hurricane] Webber's Landing, Florida - a thousand miles from the state prison where Richard Kimble was scheduled to die. Tonight, it will seem closer.
- Narrator: [Epilog Closing Narration. Viewers see Richard Kimble, at night, escape the island in a boat, the hurricane having passed] A long night for Richard Kimble. But for a Fugitive, the nights are always the longest.
- Marcie King: [after Kimble lights a fire in the fireplace] You were a Boy Scout, right?
- [Kimble looks at Marcie, looks away and keeps walking]
- Marcie King: It figures.
- Dr. Richard Kimble: Careful... you might say something friendly.
- Marcie King: Well consider it a mistake.
- Skipper: Sorry, Ma'am, hurricane warning's been posted.
- Marcie King: We've gotta get out there. Oh, come on, it's worth a hundred bucks to us.
- Skipper: Lady, that wouldn't even buy a pine box.
- Skipper: Phelps! I'm taking off. Need any help?
- Dr. Richard Kimble: No thanks. Just about through myself.
- Marcie King: Hey Mister. We want to rent your boat.
- Dr. Richard Kimble: There's a hurricane coming up, lady.
- Marcie King: So, you're not afraid of a little wind, are you, Doctor?
- Dr. Richard Kimble: I'm not a doctor. My name is Phelps. Larry Phelps.
- Marcie King: That's funny. You don't look like a Larry Phelps at all to me. You look like a Kimble. Richard Kimble.
- [pause]
- Marcie King: If you don't remember, don't worry. I remember enough for both of us.