Jedi:

    I can sense the future.

Anakin:

   Really?! What are tomorrows lottery numbers?

Jedi:

  Clouded is your destiny.

Anakin:

  Oh, ok… why didn’t you guys know about that clone army?

Jedi:

  Hmmm, unclear this is.

Anakin:

   I see, so the reason you couldn’t tell me my mother was dying or what Count Dooku was up to, or me and Padme are married?

Jedi:

   The dark side clouds everything.

Anakin:

   Ok, how about this, you let me on the council or I tell the senate that the Jedi are a bunch of frauds.

Jedi:

  You are on this council but we do not grant you the rank of master.