Cris Johnson: Here is the thing about the future. Every time you look at, it changes, because you looked at it, and that changes everything else.
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.
Cris Johnson: I've seen every possible ending. None of them are good 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.
Liz: Isn't it?
Cris Johnson: It would be nice.
Cris Johnson: Every once in a while what we think is magic is the real deal hiding behind a $50.00 trick, because the alternative is impossible for others to live with.
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.
Cris Johnson: [has a premonition of them sharing a kiss] Wow. That was incredible.
Liz: What was?
Cris Johnson: This.
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.
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.
Callie Ferris: I believe that the urgency of this situation compels the use of any and all resources to obtain Cris Johnson.
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: It may be a week, or a month, but if you can wait, I will find you.
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.
Cris Johnson: Did you hear about the zen monk who ordered a hot dog? He said he had one with everything
Emcee: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the man who knows what you're going to do before you do it. The amazing Frank Cadillac!
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: [Chris knows he's about to be punched by Liz's stalker. Gritting his teeth] Incoming.
[gets punched in the face]