Zoey Andata: E-mailing your other girlfriends?
Demetri: No, we, uh, broke up. This is just porn.
Zoey Andata: Oh, Okay.

Stan: Why do a copy machine salesman, a librarian, and a Scottish longshoreman all decide to get together to shoot themselves?
Fiona Banks: Because print is dead?
Stan: Gough, say hello to your vision. You all know Fiona Banks. MI6, fresh off the plane from London.
Fiona Banks: Nice to meet you again... for the first time.

Mark: Things have changed for everybody. It's a new world.
Demetri: Yeah? I miss the old one then.
Agent Al Gough: Really? The one where you used to crash on my couch playing Madden till 4:00 a.m.?
Demetri: Don't you mean futon, and don't you mean kicking your ass until 4:00 a.m.?
Agent Al Gough: What?
Demetri: What? I said it.
Agent Al Gough: No, you didn't kick anything. You were—you were cheating. That's what you were doing.
Demetri: Hey, man, what you call cheating, I call finding a way to change the game, my friend.

Stan: You've got to be kidding me. A death club?
Mark: Like a book club. With bullets.

Demetri: Is that a cardigan?
Agent Al Gough: What? I was going for average joe.
Mark: Back off, Dem. That jacket? Ridiculous.
Demetri: Says the FBI agent in a police t-shirt. Good going.

Raynaud: I had a vision—a bottomless pit of darkness and indifference. Infinite in its nothingness, as if I never existed at all and I never would again.

Agent Al Gough: Heading out?
Fiona Banks: Yes, back to my luxury suite.
Agent Al Gough: They still putting agents up at those crappy hotels by the airport?
Fiona Banks: Now you're just rubbing it in.

Demetri: (reading Gough's letter Dear Celia, I don't know your last name and I don't know where you live. But I know you have two young boys. Twins I believe. And I know you didn't have a flash forward. I understand how terrifying that is and how powerless you must be feeling. I want you to know that you are not alone and that your situation is not as hopeless as you think. Our paths were meant to cross. I didn't know how I didn't know when. But things have changed now. Things are no longer going to unfold as I had feared. My gift to you is release from that dread... from the feeling that you are no longer in control. We will never meet. I will never know you. So live your life. Live everyday and know that the future is unwritten; make the most of it.