A reporter interviews a psychic, who tells her that she's going to die and her life is meaningless.

Lanie: What would you do if you only had a week to live?
Pete: I would go to all the people I care about, and I would try memorize their faces.
Lanie: Someone once said, live everyday as if it were your last cause one of these its gonna be. Jack was right a part of me did die that day the part of me that didn't know how to live. What does the future hold, Jack knows. But when I talk to him I make sure we only talk about sports and weather.
Pete: Do you have another cameraman who can make her look like a natural blonde?
Lanie: I'm a TV personality. My hair is my trademark. Just like the "I don't like to shower" look is your trademark.
Pete: Did you ever hear the saying, "A picture holds a thousand words."
Lanie: That's only for people like you who don't know a thousand words.
Pete: I know two, and the first one begins with an "F".
Andrea: You're late.
Lanie: I'm not late. You're early.
Andrea: I ate cheese.
Lanie: I met a homeless guy and he had a vision.
Cal: What like Espn?
Lanie: No, he had ESP! There's no N.
Jack: Watch your step on your way out.
[Lanie trips in a crack and breaks the heel off her shoe]
Lanie: Saw that in a vision, did you?
Jack: No. I trip in that crack all the time.
Lanie: Things happen. Things you never see coming. And you think afterward: if I'd known this, would I've change things? Would I've done more? What would I be thinking? I need more time.
Cal: Is this you breaking up with me? Well will you think about it for a minute?
Lanie: A minute just seems like a really long time to waste.
Lanie: Well, I hope you're happy.
Pete: Define happiness.
Lanie: Your death.
Deborah Conners: You... go.
Lanie: You mean like "you go girl"?
Deborah Conners: No. Just go.