Plagued by a series of apocalyptic visions, a young husband and father questions whether to shelter his family from a coming storm, or from himself.

[last lines]
Curtis: [urging] Sam.
Samantha: Okay.
Curtis: You think I'm crazy? Well, listen up, there's a storm coming like nothing you've ever seen, and not a one of you is prepared for it.
Curtis: Is anyone seeing this?
Curtis: [ranting angrily at a roomful of neighbors] Sleep well in your beds. 'Cause if this thing comes true, there ain't gonna be any more.
Dewart: You've got a good life, Curtis. I think that's the best compliment you can give a man; take a look at his life and say, 'That's good'.
Samantha: I'm sorry that you feel bad but you need to drop the attitude.
Curtis: [talking about Hanna, their deaf daughter] I still take off my boots not to wake her.
Samantha: [whispering] I still whisper.
Samantha: You smell really bad.
Curtis: [checking] I think I smell good.
[first lines]
Curtis: [to daughter] No, no, no. Don't feed the dog, darling.