Aaron: Look at all these people. Every one of them's dealing with the same thing we are—the future. Only difference is, most of them don't have a support group to help them cope with what they saw. Maybe it was good. Maybe it was bad. Maybe it was inexplicable. The point is, it happened to everyone, every single human being on the planet. I… I saw my daughter alive. Explain that. You can walk up to any one of these strangers and ask them "What did you see?" and they'd know exactly what you're talking about. When has that ever happened. We're all prophets now.

Mark: But if these flash-forwards really are a window into the future, then we've gotta do everything we possibly can to use them to our advantage.

Demetri: She could be lying. We can't just take people at their word when they talk about what she saw.
Mark: Did she look like she was lying?
Demetri: No, but it's pretty convenient, her walking in here like this with the cupcakes and the snippy and the... and the pigeons.
Mark: Could be nothing. Could be the key that unlocks everything.
Demetri: According to your years of investigating global blackouts, right?
Stan: Mark's right. At this point, any detail could be significant. Run a background check. (grabs the cupcakes) I'm gonna log these in to, uh. evidence.

Stan: All right, I wasn't in the meeting. I was having a bowel movement.
Mark: Sorry I asked.
Stan: No, no, no, no. You wanted it. Now you're gonna get the blow-by-blow. Just wait. It gets better. 'Cause I was also on the can when the blackout happened. When I woke up, I didn't know what happened. I banged my head against the side of the stall. I was a little out of it. Rafalski was in the john as well.
Mark: What?
Stan: Son of a bitch was drowning.
Mark: What'd you do?
Stan: What do you think I did? I gave the poor bastard mouth-to-mouth. You speak about this, e-mail, text, fax, twitter, whatever, to anyone, I will transfer you to the ass end of the cornfield so fast, your head will spin. You understand what I'm saying?
Mark: Yes, sir.
Stan: Get out.
Mark: Mouth-to-mouth?
Stan: Get out.

Anastasia Markham: I want to know everything we're doing to identify this person in the stadium.
Stan: What would be the point? I thought you didn’t think this was… what was the term you used? "Scheduled event"?
Anastasia Markham: Are you going to brief me, or crow about this some more?
Stan: Honestly, I don't see I can't do both for a little while.

(about Suspect Zero)
Anastasia Markham: I just hope we can find him before he does something worse.
Janis: What's worse than causing worldwide devastation?
Anastasia Markham: Causing it twice.

(eating cupcakes)
Janis: Flash-forward to my ass ballooning two sizes.
Demetri: Yeah, but you saw yourself pregnant, so your fat ass gets a pass.

Demetri tells Janis that five minutes after Keegan told him about her lack of a vision, she was shot dead. She told him when he first arrived and it was daytime, but she's shot at night after a long surveillance stakeout.

Title: White To Play

White To Play is a very common chess term, used when a chess board has been set up for a chess problem, to indicate whose move it is to start the solution of the problem. Contrast with Black To Play, the only alternative. Usually along with the problem are instructions to accomplish, such as "White to play and mate in two moves" or the like. Generally for the most common variety of problem, a directmate, traditionally from the White position, there should be only one manner to accomplish the result from the given starting point in the specified number of moves, and all response moves should be forced by the color whose play it is upon the alternative color, though there are variations, such as "helpmate" which involve the "assistance" of the opposition.