Lloyd: God, I hope it all works.
Simon: We're simulating the Big Bang. What could go wrong?
Gordon Myhill: Initiate. Here goes nothing.
Lloyd: Or everything.
Bryce: How do you always know when I'm here?
Nicole: Mm, stalking. Internet. Paid informants. You know, the usual.
Jeff Slingerland: Poor Andy. I guess he thought he was in the clear. But I suppose the universe has to, uh, balance itself.
Demetri: Excuse me?
Jeff Slingerland: Life is energy, you see. As each new life begins, another ends. And if you mess with that balance, the universe pushes back.
Fiona Banks: There are no accidents anymore.