Neo: That was you on my computer. How did you do that? Trinity: Right now, all I can tell you is that you're in danger. I brought you here to warn you. Neo: About what? Trinity: They're watching you, Neo. Neo: Who is? Trinity: Please just listen. I know why you're here, Neo. I know what you've been doing... why you hardly sleep, why you live alone, and why night after night, you sit by your computer. You're looking for him. I know because I was once looking for the same thing. But when I found him, he told me I wasn't really looking for him. I was looking for an answer. It's the question that drives us. It's the question that brought you here. You know the question, just as I did. Neo: What is the Matrix? Trinity: The answer is out there, Neo, and it's looking for you, and it will find you if you want it to. Morpheus: Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself. Morpheus: Throughout human history, we have been dependent on machines to survive. Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony. Agent Smith: We're willing to wipe the slate clean, give you a fresh start. All that we're asking in return is your cooperation in bringing a known terrorist to justice. Neo: Yeah. Well, that sounds like a pretty good deal. But I think I may have a better one. How about, I give you the finger... and you give me my phone call. [Neo tries a drink made by Dozer and winces.] Cypher: Good shit, huh? It's good for two things: degreasing engines and killing brain cells. Spoon boy: Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead... only try to realize the truth. Neo: What truth? Spoon boy: There is no spoon. Neo: There is no spoon? Spoon boy: Then you'll see, that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself. Agent Smith: I'd like to share a revelation that I've had, during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species. I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move to an area, and you multiply, and multiply, until every natural resource is consumed. The only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet, you are a plague, and we are the cure. Morpheus: What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire life, that there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. Morpheus: You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up. Ironically, that's not far from the truth. Morpheus: I'm trying to free your mind, Neo. But I can only show you the door. You're the one that has to walk through it. Neo: Why do my eyes hurt? Morpheus: You've never used them before. Morpheus: There is a difference between knowing the path and walking the path. Morpheus: Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world? Oracle: I'd ask you to sit down, but, you're not going to anyway. And don't worry about the vase. Neo: What vase? [Neo turns to look for a vase, and as he does, he knocks over a vase of flowers, which shatters on the floor.] Oracle: That vase. Neo: I'm sorry-- Oracle: I said don't worry about it. I'll get one of my kids to fix it. Neo: How did you know? Oracle: Ohh, what's really going to bake your noodle later on is, would you still have broken it if I hadn't said anything? Oracle: You're cuter than I thought. I can see why she likes you. Thomas "Neo" Anderson: Who? Oracle: Not too bright, though. Agent Smith: Do you hear that, Mr. Anderson? That is the sound of inevitability. Cypher: I know what you're thinking, 'cause right now I'm thinking the same thing. Actually, I've been thinking it ever since I got here: Why oh why didn't I take the BLUE pill? Morpheus: The pill you took is part of a trace program. It's designed to disrupt your input/output carrier signal so we can pinpoint your location. Neo: What does that mean? Cypher: It means, buckle your seatbelt, Dorothy, because Kansas is about to go bye-bye. Agent Smith: Never send a human to do a machine's job. Neo: What are you trying to tell me? That I can dodge bullets? Morpheus: No, Neo. I'm trying to tell you that when you're ready, you won't have to. Trinity: My name's Trinity. Neo: *The* Trinity? Who cracked the IRS d-base? Trinity: That was a long time ago. Neo: Jesus... Trinity: What? Neo: I just thought... you were a guy. Trinity: Most guys do. Morpheus: The Matrix is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth. Tank: So what do you need? Besides a miracle. Neo: Guns. Lots of guns. Trinity: Neo... nobody has ever done this before. Neo: I know. That's why it's going to work. Agent Smith: You ever stood and stared at it? Marveled at its beauty, its genius? Millions of people just living out their lives, oblivious. Did you know that the first matrix was designed to be a perfect human world where none suffered, where everyone would be happy. And it was a disaster, no one would accept the program, entire crops were lost. Some believed that we lacked the programming language to describe your perfect world. But I believe that as a species, human beings define their reality through misery and suffering, and the perfect world was a dream that your primitive cerebrum kept trying to wake up from. Which is why the matrix was redesigned to mimic the peak of your civilization. I say your civilization, because as soon as we started thinking for you, it really became our civilization, which is of course what this is all about. Evolution, Morpheus, evolution. Like the dinosaurs .. You've had your time. The future is our world, Morpheus, the future is our time. Agent Smith: Can you hear me, Morpheus? I'm going to be honest with you. I hate this place. This, zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you want to call it, I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink, and every time I do I fear that I have somehow been infected by it, it's repulsive, isn't it? I must get out of here, I must get free, and in this mind is the key, my key. Once Zion is destroyed, there's no need for me to be here, don't you understand? I need the codes, I have to get inside Zion, and you have to tell me how. You're going to tell me, or you're going to die.