Dr. Richard Kimble: Successful upstanding young executive protecting a sweet little girl in the big city, eh? Except that you're not.
Helen Kimble: Where to tonight?
Dr. Richard Kimble: There's this little seafood house Carter was talking about...
[Helen suddenly shoots him a look of icy rage]
Dr. Richard Kimble: It has good food, uh...
Helen Kimble: [grabbing a glass of wine] When did you see Ross Carter?
Dr. Richard Kimble: Oh, Helen, let's not spoil tonight, huh?
Helen Kimble: [holding up her glass in mock salute] The great Ross Carter, of the Clinic For Planned Parenthood.
Dr. Richard Kimble: We merely discussed the possibility...
Helen Kimble: Forget it, Richard! For the last time I won't live a lie!
Dr. Richard Kimble: I'm not so far away you have to scream.
Helen Kimble: I'll scream all I want!
Dr. Richard Kimble: Helen, why do keep thinking of adoption as a lie?
Helen Kimble: Because it is! I wouldn't be its mother!
Dr. Richard Kimble: Every year, thousands of people...
Helen Kimble: I don't care if a million people lie to themselves! If I can't have a child, I WON'T have one!
Dr. Richard Kimble: You won't. Your tragedy. Look, he was my son, too, doesn't that mean anything to you?
Helen Kimble: It means I'm going to have another drink.
[Richard stops Helen from pouring another glass of wine; in the process her glass shatters on the floor]
Helen Kimble: We have lots of glasses, Richard.
[Richard puts down his own glass and walks out the front door, gets into his car, and drives off - a fateful act on this night, the night of September 19, 1961]
Dr. Richard Kimble: I'll offer you a deal; it'll cost you a lot less then 500. Tomorrow, Saturday night. Take her out. Dinner, theater.
Paul Clements: What are you trying to do?
Dr. Richard Kimble: You take her out Saturday night and I'll be gone Sunday morning.
Paul Clements: I can't. I'm having people over tomorrow night.
Dr. Richard Kimble: Family and friends, huh? Yeah, sure. Why risk spoiling that world of yours for a girl you can love in the middle of the week?
Paul Clements: Listen, Browning... or whatever it is. You're lucky. As of now, you know more about me than I do about you.
[Kimble gets up to leave]
Paul Clements: As of now.
Judge: Richard David Kimble, have you anything to say before I pass sentence upon you?
Dr. Richard Kimble: Before God, I'm innocent.
Narrator: [Epilog Closing Narration. There was no Opening Narration in this episode. Viewers see Richard Kimble boarding a bus] The outbound bus from San Francisco; destination: known. George Browning; destination: unknown. His only companion: hope. Hope for the day when he can once again become Richard Kimble.
Dr. Richard Kimble: [the front door opens and Paul is surprised to see Ruth] I'll leave it to you. We're old friends from out of town.
Paul Clements: You get out of here.
Dr. Richard Kimble: My leg's better. I feel fine. Meaning I'll knock you into your wall-to-wall carpeting if you try to keep us out.