[voiceover] If a man dresses up like an Indian to rob the Gem Exchange, I say he's strange. If he also brings his pet coyote along, I say he's an Indian.
S1 E8Bad Medicine
[Grabbing his hat and jacket] Okay. If clothes make the reporter around here, then Carl Kolchak can play that game too!
Where are you going?
I'm taking the rest of the afternoon off. I am going out and buy myself some new clothes, okay?
Finally!
S1 E9The Spanish Moss Murders
[narrating] Chez Voltaire was the Frenchiest of Chicago's French restaurants, which meant that people paid exorbitant funds to be abused by the waiters and eat minuscule portions. The total value of Chez Voltaire's wine cellar exceeded the gross national product of Paraguay.
What ever happened to "I'm OK, you're OK"?
Well, to tell you the truth, you're not OK! The people in group therapy didn't tell me I was ever gonna meet anybody as un-OK as you are.
[narrating] There's nothing under the sun that I fear as much as I fear dentist appointments. I was on my way to one, envisioning the agony to come, when the police radio delivered me from that cruel and inhuman fate.
I'd never visited the Chicago Botanical Gardens before. Maybe it was my hayfever - or maybe it was a premonition of boredom that kept me away.
They say that the mystics of India, while in a trance, can grow back severed fingers and move boulders with the power of their minds. It's documented. Somehow, Paul Langlois - in his special dream state - did even more than that: He created a palpable horror.
S1 E10The Energy Eater
As the great Louis Pasteur once said, "Any schmoe can invent a rabies vaccine - but when will we find a cure for stupidity?"
Here you are, Mr. Kolchak.
Thank you very much. Anybody important here today?
No, just a bunch of reporters.
What do you mean, "we", white man?
[narrating] They were loading unmarked boxes from an unmarked truck - but for me, everything had "double cross" written all over it.
[Kolchak and Elkhorn are assembling X-rays from the hospital, trying to build a picture of Matchemonedo, as Kolchak finds one that doesn't belong]
That's a vertebrae - what's that doing here?
S1 E11Horror in the Heights
[opening narration] There are sections of Chicago the guidebooks don't refer to. You can't blame them, really. The guidebooks' function is to sell the glamor and excitement of our Windy City - and whichever way you dress it up, old age is neither glamorous, nor exciting. Roosevelt Heights used to be a plush neighborhood, but the plush neighbors moved uptown, leaving the old people - and old people don't move easily; they become set in their surroundings. Their friends live next door, they've been going to the same store for twenty-five years, and probably the most important of all - they can't afford to relocate, even if they wanted to. The battle of fixed income versus galloping inflation never ends, but even inflation took a backseat here in Roosevelt Heights, as a far greater fear overtook the residents... a terror which effectively dwarfed everything else.
What about the rats?
Well, we all have rats, sir. You should see the one I work for.
Well, the Rakshasa is the disciple of Ravana. Ravana, whose deeds were so horrible he stopped the sun and moon in their course.
You know, I had a date in with a girl in college just like that once.
Mr. Kolchak! I value my time. If it is your intention merely to be a music hall wag, please state so.
I'm trying to find out about a creature named a raka... rakashusi... rakalaki... rakasomething. I didn't hear it too well.
There are a plethora of Indian words beginning with those syllables.
Well, this "rak" takes pleasure in eating human flesh.
[nervously, as customers look somewhat grossed out at them] You're talking about the Rakshasa!
These quotes come from Wikiquote's Kolchak: The Night Stalker pages and are available under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License.

