Agent Thompson: You!
Agent Smith: Yes, me.
[turns Thompson into another Smith]
Agent Smith: Me… me… me…
Agent Smith Clone: Me too.
Trinity: You always told me to stay off the freeway.
Morpheus: Yes, that’s true.
Trinity: You said it was suicide.
Morpheus: Then let us hope that I was wrong.
Neo: Trinity. I know you can hear me. I’m never letting go. I can’t. I just love you too damn much.
Commander Lock: Dammit, Morpheus! Not everyone believes what you believe!
Morpheus: My beliefs do not require them to.
Neo: So we need machines, and machines need us. Is that your point?
Councillor Harmann: No, no point. Old men like me don’t bother in making points. There is no point.
Neo: Is that why there are no young men on the council?
Councillor Harmann: Good point.
Neo: There are only two possible explanations: either no one told me, or no one knows.
The Oracle: Do you see her die?
The Oracle: You have the sight now, Neo. You are looking at the world without time.
Neo: Then, why can’t I see what happens to her?
The Oracle: We can never see past the choices we don’t understand.
Neo: Are you saying that I have to choose whether Trinity lives or dies?
The Oracle: No, because you’ve already made it. Now must understand why.
Neo: No. I won’t.
The Oracle: You’ll have to.
The Oracle: Because you are The One.
Agent Smith: The best thing about being me…There are so many me-s!
[All the doors open, lots of Smith clones step out]
Neo: Are you a programmer?
[Seraph shakes his head no]
Neo: Then what are you?
Seraph: [Pauses, then faces Neo] I protect that which matters most.
Seraph: You seek the Oracle.
Neo: Who are you?
Seraph: I am Seraph. I can take you to her. But first, I must apologize.
Neo: For what?.
Seraph: For this.
Twin #1: We are getting aggravated.
Twin #2: Yes, we are.
Bane: Oh God!
Agent Smith: Smith will suffice.
Merovingian: Don’t you love the French language? I have sampled every language, French is my favorite. Fantastic language. Especially to curse with. Nom de dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperie de connard d’enculé de ta mère. It’s like wiping your ass with silk, I love it.
Seraph: The Oracle has many enemies, I had to be sure.
Neo: Of what?
Seraph: That you were The One.
Neo: You could’ve just asked.
The Architect: Hello Neo. I’ve been waiting for you.
Neo: Who are you?
The Architect: I am the Architect. I created the matrix. You have many questions, and although the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo, some of my answers you will understand, and some of them you will not. Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize it is also the most irrelevant.
The Keymaker: I’ve been waiting for you.
The Architect: You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed. Its every living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence eradicated.
[The monitors respond the same]
The Architect: Denial is the most predictable of all human responses. But, rest assured, this will be the sixth time we have destroyed it, and we have become exceedingly efficient at it.
The Architect: There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept. However, the relevant issue is whether or not you are ready to accept the responsibility for the death of every human being in this world.
Neo: If I were you, I would hope we don’t meet again.
The Architect: We won’t.
Neo: But if you already know, how can I make a choice?
The Oracle: Because you didn’t come here to make a choice, you’ve already made it. You’re here to try to understand why you made it.
Morpheus: I have dreamed a dream, but now that dream is gone from me.
The Oracle: So, let’s get the obvious stuff out of the way.
Neo: You’re not human, are you?
The Oracle: Well, it’s harder to get much more obvious than that.
The Oracle: It seems that every time we meet, I have nothing but bad news. I’m sorry about that, I truly am. But for what it’s worth, you’ve made a believer out of me. Good luck, kiddo.
Neo: Are there other programs like you?
The Oracle: Oh, well, not like me. But… look, see those birds? At some point a program was written to govern them. A program was written to watch over the trees, and the wind, the sunrise, and sunset. There are programs running all over the place. The ones doing their job, doing what they were meant to do, are invisible. You’d never even know they were here. But the other ones, well, we hear about them all the time.
Neo: I’ve never heard of them.
The Oracle: Oh, of course you have. Every time you’ve heard someone say they saw a ghost, or an angel. Every story you’ve ever heard about vampires, werewolves, or aliens, is the system assimilating some program that’s doing something they’re not supposed to be doing.
Councillor Harmann: I hate sleeping. I figured, I’ve slept the first eleven years of my life away, so now I’m just making up for it.
[Neo has just revived Trinity]
Trinity: Now we’re even.
Trinity: Touch me and that hand will never touch anything again.
Neo: Hm, Upgrades.
Twin #1: [to Twin #2] Could we move along?
Commander Lock: If it were up to me, you’d never step foot in another ship!
Morpheus: Then I am grateful, Commander, that it is not up to you.
Persephone: …just a sample.
Trinity: How about you sample this?
[pulls out her gun]
The Keymaker: We do what we are meant to do.
Agent Johnson: Then you are meant for one more thing: deletion.
[Twins disappear through floor]
Trinity: That’s a neat trick.
[after watching Neo stop thousands of bullets in the air.]
Merovingian: Okay, you have some skill.
Agent Smith: I killed you, Mr. Anderson. I watched you die…. with some satisfaction, I might add. Then something happened- something I thought would be impossible, but it happened anyway. You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. Afterwards, I was aware of the rules. I knew what I was supposed to do, but I didn’t. I was compelled to stay- compelled to disobey. And right now, here I stand because of you, Mr. Anderson. Because of you, I’m no longer an Agent of this system. Because of you, I’m unplugged. A new man, sort of speak- like you. Apparently free.
Agent Smith: Thank you.
Agent Smith: [to Neo] Still using all the muscles except the one that matters?
[points to head]
Merovingian: Oh my god Persephone, how could you do this? You betrayed me!
[Stream of French]
Persephone: Cause and Effect, my love.
Merovingian: Cause? There is no cause for this. What cause?
Persephone: What cause? How about the lipstick you’re still wearing?
Merovingian: Lipstick? Lipstick? Heh, what craziness are you talking about woman? There is no lipstick.
[checks his face]
Persephone: She wasn’t kissing your face, my love.
The Oracle: Candy?
Neo: You already know if I’m going to take it?
The Oracle: Wouldn’t be much of an Oracle if I didn’t.
Agent Smith: If you can’t beat us…
Agent Smith Clone: …join us!
Neo: Why are you here?
The Oracle: Same reason. I love candy.
The Architect: Humph. Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.
Neo: Choice, the problem is choice.
Agent Smith: But, as you well know, appearances can be deceiving, which brings me back to the reason why we’re here. We’re not here because we’re free. We’re here because we’re not free. There is no escaping reason; no denying purpose. Because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist.
[Several Agent Smith Clones walk in]
Agent Smith Clone 1: It is purpose that created us.
Agent Smith Clone 2: Purpose that connects us.
Agent Smith Clone 3: Purpose that pulls us.
Agent Smith Clone 4: That guides us.
Agent Smith Clone 5: That drives us.
Agent Smith Clone 6: It is purpose that defines us.
Agent Smith Clone 7: Purpose that binds us.
Agent Smith: We are here because of you, Mr Anderson. We’re here to take from you what you tried to take from us.
[Attempts to copy himself into Neo]
Agent Smith: Purpose.
Morpheus: What is it Niobe?
Niobe: I can’t help it Morpheus, I can’t help thinking, what if you’re wrong? What if all this, the prophecy, everything is bullshit?
Trinity: Is Neo okay?
Link: Okay? Shit, Morpheus, you should have seen him.
Morpheus: Where is he now?
[Link checks a computer]
Link: He’s doin’ his Superman thing.
Agent Smith: I’m looking for Neo.
Guy at door: Never heard of him.
Agent Smith: I have something for him, a gift. You see, he set me free…
[hands over a small envelope through slit in door]
Guy at door: Yeah, whatever. Now, piss off.
Agent Smith: I want everything.
Morpheus: Would that include a bullet from this gun?
Neo: Hiya, fellas.
Agent Jackson: It’s him.
Agent Thompson: The anomaly.
Agent Jackson: Do we proceed?
Agent Thompson: Yes…
Agent Jackson: …he is still…
Agent Johnson: …only human.
Seraph: You do not truly know someone until you fight them.
Merovingian: Mark my words boy, Mark them well, I have survived your predecessors and I will survive you.
Neo: Link, where am I?
Link: You’re not gonna believe this, but you’re in the mountains.
[Neo looks around. He is surrounded by grassy hills and snow-topped peaks]
Neo: [Sarcastically] Really?
The Keymaker: There is a building. Inside this building there is a level where no elevator can go, and no stair can reach. This level is filled with doors. These doors lead to many places. Hidden places. But one door is special. One door leads to the source.
Agent Smith: Mr. Anderson! Surprised to see me?
Agent Smith: Mister Anderson, you look surprised to see me, again!
Link: Where’s my puss. . .Hey!
Kids: Uncle Link!
Trinity: I guess this makes us even.
Neo: Why am I here?
The Architect: Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden assiduously avoided, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you, inexorably, here.
Neo: You haven’t answered my question.
The Architect: Quite right. Interesting. That was quicker than the others.
The Architect: The function of the One is now to return to the source, allowing a temporary dissemination of the code you carry, reinserting the prime program. After which you will be required to select from the matrix 23 individuals, 16 female, 7 male, to rebuild Zion. Failure to comply with this process will result in a cataclysmic system crash killing everyone connected to the matrix, which coupled with the extermination of Zion will ultimately result in the extinction of the entire human race.
Neo: You won’t let it happen, you can’t. You need human beings to survive.
[After first meeting with The Merovingian]
Neo: Well, that didn’t go so well.
Morpheus: Are you Certain the Oracle didn’t say anything else?
Trinity: Maybe we did something wrong.
Neo: Or didn’t do something.
Morpheus: No, what happened, happened and couldn’t have happened any other way.
Neo: How do you know?
Morpheus: We are still alive.
[After Neo has just defeated three Agents]
Agent Smith: That went as expected…
Agent Smith Clone: Yes.
Agent Smith: It’s all happening exactly as before…
Agent Smith Clone: Well, not exactly…
[Agent Smith Clone smiles]
[Neo nods his head, winded]
Morpheus: Now there’s more than one of him?
Neo: A LOT more.
Link: But how? How can that be possible?
Neo: I don’t know. Somehow he’s found a way to copy himself.
Morpheus: Was that what he was doing to you?
Neo: I don’t know what he was doing. But I remember what it felt like.
Neo: It felt like I was back in that hallway… it felt like dying.
Merovingian: Goddammit woman, you will be the end of me.
Morpheus: What can you see, Neo?
Neo: It’s strange… the code is somehow different.
Trinity: Is that good for us, or bad for us?
Neo: Well, it looks like every floor is wired with explosives.
Trinity: Bad for us.
Morpheus: Here we go.
Merovingian: And now I have some real business to attend to, so I will say adieu and goodbye…
[They all stand]
Neo: This isn’t over.
Merovingian: Oh, yes it is! The Keymaker is mine and I see no reason to give him up… No reason at all…
Morpheus: All of our lives, we have fought this war. Tonight I believe we can end it. Tonight is not an accident. There are no accidents. We have not come here by chance. I do not believe in chance. When I see three objectives, three captains, three ships. I do not see coincidence, I see providence. I see purpose. I believe it our fate to be here. It is our destiny. I believe this night holds for each and every one of us, the very meaning of our lives.
Morpheus: This is a war and we are soldiers. Death can come for us at any time, in any place.(Scene switch to the Vigilant under attack). Now consider the alternative. What if I am right? What if the prophecy is true? What if tomorrow the war could be over? Isn’t that worth fighting for? Isn’t that worth dieing for?
Link: Trinity, we’re talking less then 5 minutes here.
Trinity: In 5 minutes, I’ll tear that whole goddamn building down.
Neo: I can’t lose you.
Trinity: You’re not going to lose me.
[she takes his hand]
Trinity: You feel this? I’m never letting go.
Morpheus: Given your situation, I can’t say I fully understand your reasons for volunteering to operate on my ship. However, if you wish to continue to do so, I must ask you to do one thing.
Link: What’s that, sir?
Morpheus: …To trust me.
Link: Yessir. I will, sir.
[Morpheus looks at him for a moment]
Link: I mean, I do, sir.