Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Winwood: And how is this stiff walking, Kolchak? Who's pulling the strings? Kolchak: Well, I don't know exactly, but I've been doing some research. It's voodoo. Francois Edmonds has been turned into a zombie. Now, the process that activates him has something to do with chicken blood and corn kernels...

Vincenzo: Good morning, Carl. Did you get those extra pencils you wanted? Kolchak: Oh, yeah. Vincenzo: Listen, I read your Willie Pike story. Kolchak: Oh, well, you must have taken up speed-reading. I just typed it. Vincenzo: Oh, it's very good. Really, Carl. Kolchak: You've got it upside down. Vincenzo: Oh. Kolchak: What do you want of me? Vincenzo: I'm starving. Let's get down to Manny's and grab a cup of coffee and a piece of Danish. Kolchak: The last time that you invited me out for coffee and Danish, I ended up in Sioux Falls, Iowa, covering a hardware convention. And the time before that- Vincenzo: Well, listen. Can't a man take a coworker to coffee without being suspect? Kolchak: Coworker? The last time you called me a coworker, I spent three days rewriting the obituaries because Charlie Creach was out on one of his benders! Coworker? I had no coworker! I was the coworker!

Kolchak: I saw Victor Friese get his back snapped! I heard it crunch!!...and the man who did it was dead - dead - and had been dead for over two weeks! Vincenzo: Well I envy him - at least he's getting some sleep!

(about an informer) Kolchak: The Monk was of a lower order. He had never taken the vows of poverty or silence.

Kolchak: (opening narration) Popular folklore would have us believe that there exist in the underworld ruthless men who fear nothing. This story should debunk that myth.

Kolchak: Captain Leo Winwood and I had a relationship that was long and bloody, like the Crusades, only without the chivalry.