- Narrator: [Act I Opening Narration. Viewers observe Richard Kimble working as a horse trainer on an estate] Connecticut. Green trees framing the homes of the wealthy - and near wealthy. Gracious living with roots deep in the past. And without roots, interstate Fugitive Richard Kimble.
- Narrator: [Epilog Closing Narration. Viewers observe Richard Kimble at night, escaping into the darkness] Tomorrow, the Westborne Clarion will have a new editor. One of the paper's first editorials will be a plea for innocent men pursued by the Furies. Men such as Richard Kimble, the Fugitive.
- Dr. Richard Kimble: Where's Guthrie?
- Carol Willard: What happened to that formality, Sanford? You mean, Mr. Guthrie.
- Dr. Richard Kimble: Where is he?
- Carol Willard: Well he stepped out for a moment. Won't I do?
- Dr. Richard Kimble: [Shows her the motel key that she dropped the day before]
- Carol Willard: Oh, I must have dropped that last night, mustn't I? How careless of me.
- [Reaches to take the keys from him]
- Dr. Richard Kimble: [Pulls the keys out of reach] It was, very. Sealane Motel. Owner's very talkative. He described you and Mr. Guthrie perfectly.
- Carol Willard: Traveled a lot, I suppose.
- Dr. Richard Kimble: A little.
- Carol Willard: Just travel? Work? No recreation?
- Dr. Richard Kimble: I'm the industrious type.
- Carol Willard: All work and no play? What about your love life, Sanford?
- Dr. Richard Kimble: I'm working on it, Miss Willard.
- Carol Willard: Miss Willard. You're formal, Sanford, you know that? Much too formal.