Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Vincenzo: Now look, Carl, have you been able to connect Murray Vernon with Mickey Patchek? Kolchak: No. No, not yet. No, these hoods have spooked my stringers. They, they, they, they act like I got leprosy. Vincenzo: You'd be better off. You'd be safer in a leper colony.

Carl: Okay, how much is it? Witch: There is no charge. A nominal contribution will be appreciated. (Carl puts in a little money) Witch: Not that nominal.

Carl: Can you get up out of your chair and walk to the window? Can you make it? Tony: (at the window) Now what do I do? Jump? Carl: You want me to open the window for you? Look. Look, look down there in the street. See the guy leaning up against the car reading the newspaper? Tony: Yeah… Carl: Well, does he look like a scoutmaster to you?!? Tony: Well, look, Carl. We can call the police; they'll pick him up and shake him down. Carl: On what charge? Slow reading in public?

Carl: He gave me a deadline – with the accent on "dead." Tony: Well, threats are the standard situation with newsmen, Carl. You know that. It goes with the territory like the high salary.

Kolchak: (opening monologue) Tuesday May 2nd, 1:00pm. Mickey Patchek was a snitch, a dealer, a peddler of information. His clothes were as cheap as his reputation. So when he phoned me with some information to sell I was surprised that he wanted to meet me in the heart of Chicago's chic-chic high fashion district. What started out as a mild surprise culminated in stark raving terror.

Madelaine: I could make you so important. Kolchak: You? Make me important?

Kolchak: You don't believe in witchcraft, of course. Dr. Gravanites: No, Of course not. But in this particular case, I'd agree with what my mother used to say about chicken soup. Kolchak: Oh yeah, what was that? Both: It couldn't hurt.