Darren McGavin credited as playing...
Carl Kolchak
- Harry Starman: What about the rats?
- Carl Kolchak: Well, we all have rats, sir. You should see the one I work for.
- Carl Kolchak: [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.
- Lane Merriott: Well, the Rakshasa is the disciple of Ravana. Ravana, whose deeds were so horrible he stopped the sun and moon in their course.
- Carl Kolchak: You know, I had a date in with a girl in college just like that once.
- Lane Merriott: Mr. Kolchak! I value my time. If it is your intention merely to be a music hall wag, please state so.
- Carl Kolchak: I'm trying to find out about a creature named a raka... rakashusi... rakalaki... rakasomething. I didn't hear it too well.
- Lane Merriott: There are a *plethora* of Indian words beginning with those syllables.
- Carl Kolchak: Well, *this* "rak" takes pleasure in eating human flesh.
- Lane Merriott: [nervously, as customers look somewhat grossed out at them] You're talking about the Rakshasa!
- Carl Kolchak: I'd have liked to have told Miss Emily that the Rakshasa appeared to me as her. According to the legend, it meant that I trusted her. But then I would also have had to tell her that I shot a steel arrow straight into her. I don't think she would have appreciated that.
- Carl Kolchak: [closing narration] And if you happen to be walking along a lonely country road one night, and you see your favorite aunt coming toward you... good luck to you, too.
- Carl Kolchak: The Rakshasa have magical powers, Tony. They seduce their victims to death by taking on the image of someone the victim trusts.
- Tony Vincenzo: And poor Harry Starman - he trusted you? Obviously he never had to depend on you to come up with a cogent story - something that'll turn a profit!