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Callie Ferris: Tell me what just happened. What did you see?

Cris Johnson: If I do what you want, you'll keep me in this chair forever.

Liz: You can see things before they happen?

Cris Johnson: Only my future... except with you. I saw far beyond anything I'd ever seen before. You need to get away from here.

Liz: I don't want you to die.

Cris Johnson: It happened. It just hasn't happened yet.

Cris Johnson: There's an Italian painter, named Carlotti, and he uh, ahem, defined beauty. He said it was the summation of the parts working together in such a way that nothing needed to be added, taken away or altered, and that's you. You're beautiful.

Liz: Wow.

Cris Johnson: I like rain.

Liz: I like rain, too.

Cris Johnson: You have one way out of this.

[Mr. Smith holds up the detonator; Ferris shoots it out of his hand]

Cris Johnson: That wasn't it.

Cris Johnson: [has a premonition of them sharing a kiss] Wow. That was incredible.

Liz: What was?

Cris Johnson: This.

[kisses her]

Wisdom: I need actionable intelligence, not paranormals and bullshit magicians.

Callie Ferris: With all due respect, sir, this bullshit magician's shown a pattern of advanced awareness that is statistically impossible. You let me bring him in and you'll get what you want.

[last lines]

Callie Ferris: Ready?

Cris Johnson: Yeah.

[first lines]

Emcee: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the man who knows what you're going to do before you do it. The amazing Frank Cadillac!

Cris Johnson: I have a small magic act back in Vegas. The Frank Cadillac Show.

Liz: I thought your name was Cris.

Cris Johnson: It is. Frank Cadillac is my stage name.

Liz: How'd you come up with that?

Cris Johnson: I picked two things I really like and put them together. Frankenstein and Cadillacs.

Callie Ferris: Don't do it.

Cris Johnson: I already have.

Cavanaugh: What about intel?

Callie Ferris: We don't need it, we have him.

Cris Johnson: [Chris knows he's about to be punched by Liz's stalker. Gritting his teeth] Incoming.

[gets punched in the face]

Callie Ferris: Let's talk about something hard. A stolen nuclear munition is being smuggled into the United States, or may, in fact, already be here. I want you to look ahead and tell me where it's going to be deployed.

Cris Johnson: Uh... I think you've got the wrong guy. It's a magic act.

Callie Ferris: You going to stick with that story? Because millions of lives are at risk and you could, maybe, prevent a major catastrophe. On a practical note, we're standing in front of a stolen vehicle and you're wanted for assault involving a weapon at the casino.

Cris Johnson: All right, that was an accident. He had a gun. He was going to shoot two people.

Callie Ferris: Yeah? How'd you know that? No good deed goes unpunished, does it? I can fix your legal problems, buddy, but you've got to step up. Otherwise, your next magic show is going to be at Folsom State Prison.

Cris Johnson: It's ironic, but people like you who try to help have been torturing me, in the full sense of the word, since I was three years old. What did they call it? Oh, yeah. Observed play therapy. Featuring, the marathon 36-hour, can-you-guess-the-next-flash-card game. So, please, leave me alone and let me live some semblance of a normal life.

Callie Ferris: I'd love to indulge your feelings, but I am dealing with a slightly larger picture right now. Now you can exercise your responsibility to help your fellow man or I will exercise that responsibility for you.

Cris Johnson: You don't believe in destiny?

Liz: Well, even if it does exist, I don't think I want to know. I mean, if every move we make is preordained, then what is the point of that? I mean, life is supposed to be a surprise.

[beat]

Liz: Isn't it?

Cris Johnson: It would be nice.