Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Vincenzo: Your angle on the hospital dedication, Carl. How did you come up with it? Kolchak: Oh, a little, uh, research and, uh, imagination. Vincenzo: Some angle. Two pages condemning the lack of geriatric facilities. (Emily turns around and looks at Vincenzo) Vincenzo: What did you promise her this time? Orthopedic glitter shoes? Kolchak: Well, Tony, Tony, there is a vast and growing proportion of our citizens in their autumn years who are living on fixed income, faced with a-a growing inflation, possibly even recession. I mean, they have their rights, their special needs. They're organized. Vincenzo: Really? What do they call it? Wrinkle Power? Kolchak: That's disgusting. Emily: They call it Gray Power. And we're tough. We're standing up for our rights. Kolchak: Well, don't stand up too quickly, Emily. Emily: I'm all right. I'm sorry, Mr. Vincenzo. I may have come on a little too strong at the first, but I can't stand to see senior people glossed over.

Vincenzo: Need I remind you that within the last year, you completely ruined two cameras? And the electric pencil sharpener? Kolchak: Yeah, remind me of that sometime.

Kolchak: (opening monologue) The city of Chicago sparkles with monuments to man's achievement; his aspirations, his quest for the truth, his respect for the law, now a different sort of monument. There was a theory that dying institutions erect their own mausoleums before they die. This particular monument was to be a hospital and research center, dedicated to extending the life of man, improving the quality of that life. It succeeded instead in introducing a new horror, a new way of death – a mystery.

Kolchak: What would you say if I told you there was a force beyond your comprehension trying to destroy this hospital? Webster: I'd say goodbye, Kolchak!

Kolchak: Uh, Nurse...Eisen. You enjoy your work? Nurse Eisen: Oh! Oh, yes...yes...a well-performed autopsy is a joy forever.