[The Kimbles are driving home from a charity ball]

Thank you for coming with me to that charity ball. I know how much you hate those functions, but God, I love looking at you in a tux.

I just feel I look like I'm a waiter or something. [Kimble's car phone rings; he switches it to a hands-free mode] Hello?

Dr. Kimble?

Yes, it is.

Sorry to bother you, sir, but Dr. Stevens just went into emergency OR and asks if you could give him a hand on this one.

All right, call him back. Tell him I'll be right there.

Thank you, doctor.

Yep, thank you. Good night. [hangs up]

I'll wait up for you.

[Scene flash-forwards to police station where Dr. Kimble is being interrogated]

I'll wait up for you...I'll wait up for you.
[Richard Kimble is traumatized recalling the final conversation he had with his wife]