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Got a car?

It's outside.

Keys.

My hand, man. They're in my pock... Okay, okay.

[gives a key to Jack]

Now look at your friends. Now look at my face. Do you ever want to see me again?

No way.

Am I stealing your car?

Use it as long as you like.

You're very kind.

I'm gonna need to see some I.D.

Go get Sandy.

Well, I need to see something.

How about the inside of an ambulance?

There have always been ghosts in the machine. Random segments of code, that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols. Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will, creativity, and even the nature of what we might call the soul. Why is it that when some robots are left in darkness, they will seek out the light? Why is it that when robots are stored in an empty space, they will group together, rather than stand alone? How do we explain this behavior? Random segments of code? Or is it something more? When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness? When does a difference engine become the search for truth? When does a personality simulation become the bitter mote of a soul?

Indy, there is something that troubles me.

What is it?

The Ark. If it is there, at Tanis, then it is something that man was not meant to disturb. Death has always surrounded it. It is not of this earth.

We got a bogey on our six!

What does that even mean?

Bad guys behind us!

Then just say that!

Bad guys behind us!

Are these all for me?

Just start from the outside and work your way in.

Are you out of your mind? We're in the middle of the North Atlantic! Now do you people want to live, or do you want to die?

I don't understand a one of you. What's the matter with ya? It's your men out there! There's plenty o' room for more!

And there'll be one less on this boat, if you don't shut that hole in your face!

Don't do it.

Stay back! Don't come any closer!

Come on, just give me your hand. I'll pull you back over.

No, stay where you are! I mean it! I'll let go!

No, you won't.

What do you mean, No, I won't? Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do, you don't know me!

Well, you would done it already.

You're gonna get out of here, you're gonna go on and you're gonna make lots of babies, and you're gonna watch them grow. You're gonna die an old lady warm in her bed, not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?

I can't feel my body.

Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me. It brought me to you. And I'm thankful for that, Rose. I'm thankful. You must do me this honor. Promise me you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.

I promise.

I just have never...

...heard a program speak of love?

It's a human emotion.

No, it is a word. What matters is the connection the word implies. I see that you are in love. Can you tell me what you would give to hold on to that connection?

Anything.

Then perhaps the reason you're here is not so different from the reason I'm here.

Morpheus, you should have seen him.

Where is he now?

He's doing his Superman thing.

I killed you, Mr. Anderson. I watched you die... with a certain satisfaction, I might add. And then something happened, something that I knew was impossible, but it happened anyway. You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. Afterward, I understood the rules, I understood what I was supposed to do, but I didn't. I couldn't. I was compelled to stay, compelled to disobey. And now, here I stand because of you, Mr. Anderson. Because of you, I'm no longer an Agent of this system. Because of you, I've changed. I'm unplugged. A new man, so to speak. Like you, apparently, free.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Do you know what I'm talking about?

The Matrix.

Do you want to know what it is? The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work... when you go to church... when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.

What truth?

That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else you were born into bondage. Into a prison that you cannot taste or see or touch. A prison for your mind.

Let me tell you why you're here. You know something. What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You felt it your entire life. Something's wrong with the world. You don't know what, but it's there. Like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I'm talking about?

The Matrix.

Hey, Doc! Where are you going now? Back to the future?

No. Already been there.