Caleb Koestler: I can't consume that. I've decided to become a vegetarian.
John Koestler: Well, when were you planning on telling the guy who buys the groceries around here?
Caleb Koestler: Are you deaf? I just told you now, Dad.
Grace: How's my nephew?
John Koestler: Decided to become a vegetarian.
Grace: A what?
John Koestler: Why? You got a problem with that?
Grace: You're not feeding him Dad's famous Sunday night hot dogs again, are you?
John Koestler: I found evidence of a series of super-flares from a star in the outer-Pleiades's region.
Phil Bergman: Right. Ratings were off the chart.
John Koestler: We were both wrong. The numbers are a warning, but not just to me or any random group. They're a warning to everyone.
Phil Bergman: Okay. You're officially scaring the shit out of me right now.
John Koestler: The super-flare, in our own solar system. A 100 microtesla wave of radiation that would destroy our ozone layer, killing every living organism on the planet.
Phil Bergman: We have to let everyone know. We have to call the NOAA.
John Koestler: They already know. The announcement will come anytime now. I thought there was some purpose to all this. Why did I get this prediction if there's nothing I can do about it? How am I supposed to stop the end of the world?
Phil Bergman: Right now my scientific mind is telling me to have nothing more to do with this. And yours should, too.
Grace: [hugging John] I know there's something you're not telling me.
John Koestler: [about Caleb] Don't let him watch the news.
Abby: They said we could go with them, if we chose to.
Diana Wayland: Who did, baby? Who?
Abby: The whisper people.
John Koestler: I'm not saying that 81 people are going to die tomorrow, okay? I'm just trying to understand why THIS is SAYING they will!
Phil Bergman: Okay, it's spooky, all right? I'll grant you. It's more than spooky. But just step back, all right? You have all these uncircled numbers with no sequence to them. I mean, numerology, kabbalah, pythagorean cults, there are systems that find meaning in numbers, and they are a dime a dozen. Why? Because people see what they want to see in them.
Phil Bergman: [talking to John, referring to his own sister-in-law] She's in town this Friday and she thinks you're "intriguing", which I thought was code for "gay", but apparently not because she has asked if you would join us for dinner