- Narrator: [Opening Narration. Viewers see Richard Kimble entering the Pfeiffer household, seeking a job as a chauffeur] The life of an artist is a restless, lonely life without peace, like a man pursued finding only release and rest when he has created something of beauty. But then after that he is forced into flight again and he moves once more into the unknown, searching. For Richard Kimble, a Fugitive, there is also only pursuit and a lonely searching. Moments of beauty, moments of rest, are rare because for him, as for the artist, to stand still is to die.
- Narrator: [Epilog Closing Narration. Viewers see Richard Kimble walking down a back road, trying to thumb a ride] Some men can never be free. From birth, they are their own jailers, they are their own prisons, they are trapped by their own talents. For Richard Kimble, a Fugitive, freedom is flight; for flight brings hope and with hope, there is always tomorrow.
- [first lines]
- Geoffrey Martin: [Reacting to Ellen's applause] No, no, no. It's dull! Dull, dull!
- Ellen Hardnett: Geoffrey, you're tired. You put in almost 6 hours.
- Geoffrey Martin: You took something from me, Max. I'm taking it back.
- Max Pfeiffer: What're you talking about?
- Geoffrey Martin: My freedom.
- Max Pfeiffer: You haven't any freedom. You lost it when you were given the great gift of genius. Don't you understand that?
- Geoffrey Martin: I want it back, Max. And I shall have it.
- Geoffrey Martin: My dear Maxim, liquor didn't ruin your career. You were never more than a second-rate fiddler at best. And you only drank because you knew it.
- Officer: No sign of Kimble anywhere, Sergeant.
- Sgt. Lyman: Well, keep looking.
- Ellen Hardnett: Do you suppose you'll find him?
- Sgt. Lyman: I hope so.
- Ellen Hardnett: Is he so dangerous?
- Sgt. Lyman: He's desperate. That makes a man dangerous.
- Ellen Hardnett: I suppose so.