John Doe: [wakes up to find Digger had stayed to watch over him and is making breakfast] Thanks for staying.
Digger: I expect the same if I ever get a million watts up my ass.
Digger: [John Doe has lost his "gift" after being struck by lightning] Well, you're always complaining about all those odd ball facts bubbling around in your head. You know, I think you'd welcome a break.
John Doe: Maybe you're right. I mean, there is no more white noise buzzing around in my brain.
Digger: Silver lining, my friend.
John Doe: No more people staring at me like I'm some kind of freak. No more nightly trivial pursuit-athons. No more email chess games with Stephen Hawking.
Digger: Now wait a second! You're playing chess with Stephen Hawking?