Angelina: For me? Thank you. Girl: Cheers. What's wrong with your hand? Angelina: Mmm. There's nothing wrong with it. In fact, it's very right. It shows I've been chosen by God. Girl: Like you're special? Angelina: Mm-hmm. Girl: If you're so special, why are you here? Angelina: ( sighs ) 'Cause I'm waiting for him to send me a sign. And yesterday, for the first time in a long time, he did. He made my hand glow. God needs me again. Girl: Needs you for what? Angelina: To prepare for the day of judgment. Final trial by fire.
Zeke: I wish I could tell you everything that's gonna happen, Mick. Michaela: Tell me. Zeke: I can't. If I tell you about the future, it'll change your decisions. I can't risk messing with your free will.