Quotes

Agent Thompson: You.

Agent Smith: Yes, me.

[turns Thompson into another Smith]

Agent Smith: Me... me... me...

Agent Smith Clone: Me too.

Neo: Why don't you tell me what's on your mind, Councillor?

Councillor Harmann: There is so much in this world that I do not understand. See that machine? It has something to do with recycling our water supply. I have absolutely no idea how it works. But I do understand the reason for it to work. I have absolutely no idea how you are able to do some of the things you do, but I believe there's a reason for that as well. I only hope we understand that reason before it's too late.

Neo: Trinity. I know you can hear me. I'm never letting go. I can't. I just love you too damn much.

Councillor Harmann: Down here, sometimes I think about all those people still plugged into the Matrix and when I look at these machines I... I can't help thinking that in a way... we are plugged into them.

Neo: But we control these machines; they don't control us.

Councillor Harmann: Of course not. How could they? The idea is pure nonsense. But... it does make one wonder... just... what is control?

Neo: If we wanted, we could shut these machines down.

Councillor Harmann: [Of] course. That's it. You hit it. That's control, isn't it? If we wanted we could smash them to bits. Although, if we did, we'd have to consider what would happen to our lights, our heat, our air...

Neo: So we need machines and they need us, is that your point, Councilor?

Councillor Harmann: No. No point. Old men like me don't bother with making points. There's no point.

Neo: Is that why there are no young men on the council?

Councillor Harmann: Good point.

Commander Lock: I believe I'm going to need every ship we have if we're going to survive this attack.

Councillor Harmann: I understand that, Commander.

Commander Lock: Then why did you allow the Nebuchadnezzer to leave?

Councillor Harmann: Because *I* believe our survival depends on more than how many *ships* we have.

Neo: There are only two possible explanations: either no one told me, or no one knows.

Agent Smith: The best thing about being me... There are so many "me"s.

[All the doors open, lots of Smith clones step out]

Morpheus: [Morpheus addresses the people of Zion] Zion, hear me! It is true, what many of you have heard. The machines have gathered an army and as I speak, that army is drawing nearer to our home.

[the Zion crowd becomes louder]

Morpheus: Believe me when I say we have a difficult time ahead of us. But if we are to be prepared for it, we must first shed our fear of it. I stand here, before you now, truthfully unafraid. Why? Because I believe something you do not? No, I stand here without fear because I remember. I remember that I am here not because of the path that lies before me but because of the path that lies behind me. I remember that for 100 years we have fought these machines. I remember that for 100 years they have sent their armies to destroy us, and after a century of war I remember that which matters most... We are still here! Today, let us send a message to that army. TOnight, let us shake this cave. Tonight, let us tremble these halls of earth, steel, and stone, let us be heard from red core to black sky. Tonight, let us make them remember, THIS IS ZION AND WE ARE NOT AFRAID!

Morpheus: Tonight let us make them remember: This is ZION, and we ARE NOT AFRAID.

Twin #1: We are getting aggravated.

Twin #2: Yes, we are.

Merovingian: I love French wine, like I love the French language. I have sampled every language, French is my favorite. Fantastic language. Especially to curse with. Nom de dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperie de connard d'enculer ta mère. It's like wiping your arse with silk. I love it.

The Architect: Hello, Neo.

Neo: Who are you?

The Architect: I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. I've been waiting for you. You have many questions, and although the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo, some of my answers you will understand, and some of them you will not. Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize it is also the most irrelevant.

The Architect: You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed. Its every living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence eradicated.

Neo: Bullshit.

[the monitors respond the same]

The Architect: Denial is the most predictable of all human responses. But, rest assured, this will be the sixth time we have destroyed it, and we have become exceedingly efficient at it.

Neo: If I were you, I would hope we don't meet again.

The Architect: We won't.

Morpheus: I have dreamed a dream, but now that dream is gone from me.

The Oracle: It seems that every time we meet, I have nothing but bad news. I'm sorry about that, I surely am. But for what it's worth, you've made a believer out of me. Good luck, kiddo.

Councillor Harmann: I hate sleeping. I figured, I've slept the first eleven years of my life away, so now I'm just making up for it.

[Johnson blocks Neo's punch]

Neo: Hmm, upgrades.

Commander Lock: If it were up to me, Captain, you wouldn't set foot on a ship for the rest of your life.

Morpheus: Then I am grateful that it is not up to you.

Neo: I suppose the most obvious question is, how can I trust you?

The Oracle: Bingo. It is a pickle. No doubt about it. The bad news is there's no way if you can really know whether I'm here to help you or not, so it's really up to you. You just have to make up you on damned mind to either accept what I'm going to tell you, or reject it.

The Keymaker: We do only what we're meant to do.

Agent Johnson: Then you are meant for one more thing: deletion.

[after watching Neo stop hundreds of bullets in the air]

Merovingian: Okay, you have some skill.

Agent Smith: [to Neo] Still using all the muscles except the one that matters?

The Oracle: Candy?

Neo: Do you already know if I'm going to take it?

The Oracle: Wouldn't be much of an Oracle if I didn't.

Neo: Why are you here?

The Oracle: Same reason. I love candy.

Neo: Choice, the problem is choice.

The Architect: There are two doors. The door to your right leads to the Source and the salvation of Zion. The door to your left leads back to the Matrix, to her... and to the end of your species. As you adequately put, the problem is choice. But we already know what you are going to do, don't we? Already I can see the chain reaction: the chemical precursors that signal the onset of an emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic and reason. An emotion that is already blinding you to the simple and obvious truth: she is going to die and there is nothing you can do to stop it.

Morpheus: What is it, Niobe?

Niobe: I can't help it, Morpheus, I can't help thinking, what if you're wrong? What if all this, the prophecy, everything is bullshit?

Agent Smith: I'm looking for Neo.

Corrupt: Never heard of him.

Agent Smith: I have something for him, a gift. You see, he set me free...

[Hands over a small envelope through slit in door]

Corrupt: Fine, whatever. Now, piss off.

Neo: Hiya, fellas.

Agent Jackson: It's him.

Agent Thompson: The anomaly.

Agent Jackson: Do we proceed?

Agent Thompson: Yes...

Agent Jackson: ...he is still...

Agent Johnson: ...only human.

Neo: Link, where am I?

Link: You're not gonna believe this, but you're in the mountains.

[Neo looks around. He is surrounded by grassy hills and snow-topped peaks]

Neo: [Sarcastically] Really?

Agent Smith: Mr. Anderson, welcome back. Surprised to see me?

Neo: No.

Agent Smith: Then you're aware of it?

Neo: Of what?

Agent Smith: Our connection.

Agent Smith: Mister Anderson, you look surprised to see me, again.

Trinity: I guess this makes us even.

The Architect: The function of the One is now to return to the source, allowing a temporary dissemination of the code you carry, reinserting the prime program. After which you will be required to select from the matrix 23 individuals, 16 female, 7 male, to rebuild Zion. Failure to comply with this process will result in a cataclysmic system crash killing everyone connected to the matrix, which coupled with the extermination of Zion will ultimately result in the extinction of the entire human race.

Neo: You won't let it happen, you can't. You need human beings to survive.

The Architect: There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept.

[after Neo has just defeated three Agents]

Agent Smith: That went as expected...

Agent Smith Clone: Yes.

Agent Smith: It's all happening exactly as before...

Agent Smith Clone: Well, not exactly...

[Agent Smith Clone smiles]

Merovingian: Goddammit woman, you will be the end of me.

Merovingian: And now I have some real business to attend to, so I will say adieu and goodbye...

[They all stand]

Neo: This isn't over.

Merovingian: Oh, yes it is. The Keymaker is mine and I see no reason to give him up... No reason at all...

Morpheus: This is a war and we are soldiers. Death can come for us at any time, in any place.

[Scene switch to the Vigilant under attack]

Morpheus: . Now consider the alternative. What if I am right? What if the prophecy is true? What if tomorrow the war could be over? Isn't that worth fighting for? Isn't that worth dying for?

Neo: I can't lose you.

Trinity: You're not going to lose me.

[she takes his hand]

Trinity: You feel this? I'm never letting go.

Neo: What happens if I fail?

The Oracle: Then Zion will fall.

Persephone: I envy you. But such a thing is not meant to last.

Morpheus: A Sentinel for every man, woman, and child in Zion. That sounds *exactly* like the thinking of a machine to me.

Zion Virtual Control Operator: Door's open, bed's made. Welcome home.

Link: No place like it.

Neo: How long to recharge the "Neb"?

Trinity: 24, maybe 30, hours.

Neo: Some people go their entire lives without hearing news that good.

Councillor Harmann: I like to be reminded this city survives because of these machines. These machines keep us alive, while other machines are coming to kill us. Interesting, isn't it? The power to give life, and the power to end it.

Merovingian: Something to eat? Drink? Of course these things are contrivances, like so much here, for the sake of appearances.

Neo: No thankyou.

Merovingian: Yes, of course. Who has time? Who has time? But then if we never *take* time, how can we have time?

Merovingian: You see there is only one constant. One universal. It is the only real truth. Causality. Action, reaction. Cause and effect.

[Neo's hand drips a little blood after stopping a sword swing in full flow]

Merovingian: You see: he's just a man.

Morpheus: Neo, if you're out there I could use some help.

The Keymaker: If one fails, all fail.

Ballard: You're asking for one of us to disobey a direct order.

Morpheus: That's right, I am. But we all well know that the reason that most of us are here is because of our... affinity for disobedience.

Merovingian: What is the reason? Soon the why and the reason are gone and all that matters is the feeling. This is the nature of the universe. We struggle against it, we fight to deny it; but it is of course a lie. Beneath our poised appearance we are completely out of control.

The Architect: It is interesting reading your reactions. Your five predecessors were, by design, based on a similar predication: a contingent affirmation that was meant to create a profound attachment to the rest of your species, facilitating the function of the One. While the others experienced this in a general way, your experience is far more specific. Vis-à-vis: love.

Neo: Trinity.

[the monitors show images of Trinity]

The Architect: Apropos, she entered the Matrix to save your life at the cost of her own.

Neo: No...

The Architect: Which brings us at last to the moment of truth, wherein the fundamental flaw is ultimately expressed, and the Anomaly revealed as both beginning... and end.

Link: Goddamn, it's good to be home again.

Merovingian: Choice is an illusion created between those with power and those without.

Morpheus: Captain Mifune.

Mifune: Captain Morpheus.

Morpheus: Are you here to escort me to the stockade, Captain?

Mifune: I'm just here to keep the peace.

A.P.U. Escort: Commander Lock demands!...

Mifune: [interruptingly clears his throat]

A.P.U. Escort: ...Requests your immediate counsel, sir!

[last lines]

Roland: Once the machines were done with us, they started digging again. We made a quick pass to look for survivors.

Link: You found one.

Roland: Only one.

Link: Operator.

Niobe: Link, it's Niobe. We've been sent to bring you in. I need to talk to Morpheus.

Link: Believe me, Niobe, he needs you.

Niobe: Where is he?

Link: Just follow the sirens.

Neo: [to Trinity and Morpheus] Get him out of here, I'll handle them.

Merovingian: 'Handle us'? You'll *handle* us? You know, your predecessors had much more respect!

Neo: [Punches Agent Smith] Take that, wiseguy!