Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Kolchak: How could it possibly happen? Well, they say that the mystics of India, while in a trance, can grow back severed fingers and move boulders with the power of their mind. It's documented. Somehow, Paul Langois, in his special dream state, did even more than that. He created a palpable horror.

Pepe LaRue: Did I come to Chicago in '38 to uh...dance on the street? No. I came to get into organized crime. Kolchak: Were you successful? Pepe LaRue: No, I didn't make the height requirement. But I learned some things from those guys. Like, don't give information to somebody who might really have dark blue underwear and a badge.

Kolchak: The chef was put on a level with Debussy and Gaugain, but now he'd been murdered, and he looked just as dead as any short-order cook in any greasy spoon.

Carl: (opening narration) Maybe you have to brush with death before you can really reflect on life - on the people and times that really meant something to you, like childhood, dreams of sailing on silver seas and wooden shoes, visions of sugar plums dancing. Silver seas, sugar plums. The visions, the nightmares of a child are perhaps the most frightening and horrifying. Some people who were in Chicago during the first stifling hot weeks of July would say that were so...if they were still alive.

Siska: Kolchak, you're really starting to...BUG me!

(seeing a typical Carl poorly-shot photo of the monster) Vincenzo: What is that, Salvador Dali's bar mitzhvah?

Vincenzo: You should have been there, Carl. My speech got a standing ovation... Kolchak: You cut it short, didn't you?