Police Lt. Frank Kafka: All I have to do is catch him.
Dr. James G. Kent: You’ll catch ’em, and they’ll kill ’em, and everyone will forget about it. . . that is until the next one comes along. Then it will start all over again.
Chris Emery: Funny, isn’t it? When a person dies you only remember the good things.
Lola Delaney: Remember the first time you kissed me? You were scared as a young girl. You trembled so. We’d been going together almost a year. And you’d always been so shy. That night, for the first time, you grabbed me and kissed me. There was tears in your eyes, Doc. You said you’d love me forever and ever. Remember? You said if I didn’t marry you, you just wanted to die. I remember because it scared me to have anybody say anything like that.
Doc Delaney: Yes, baby.
Lola Delaney: Then, when it got dark, we stretched out on the cool grass. You kissed me all night long.
Doc Delaney: You’ve got to forget those things. It was 20 years ago.
Lola Delaney: Those years have vanished. Just vanished into thin air.