Morpheus: You're a hell of a pilot.
Niobe: Some things in this world never change.
Morpheus: But some things do?
Niobe: [sighs] Luckily... some things do.

Bane: Ah, Mr. Anderson, I see you are as predictable in this world as you are in the other.
Neo: What?
Trinity: He's out of his mind.
Bane: It may appear that way to you, but Mr. Anderson and I know that appearances can be deceiving.

Trinity: I wish I hadn't. That was my last thought. I wished I had one more chance, to say what really mattered, to say how much I loved you, how grateful I was for every moment I was with you. But by the time
[I knew I'd]
Trinity: said what I wanted to, it was too late. But you brought me back. You gave me my wish. One more chance to say what I really wanted to say... Kiss me, once more. Kiss me.

Morpheus: You saw the Oracle? What did she tell you?
Niobe: Same thing she always does: exactly what I needed to hear.

[about to break into a night club]
Seraph: There are no weapons allowed in this club. At the bottom of this elevator there is a coat check girl and, if we are lucky, a man to check weapons.
Trinity: And if we are unlucky?
Seraph: Then there will be many men.

The Architect: You played a very dangerous game.
The Oracle: Change always is.

Neo: Who are you?
Bane: Still don't recognize me? I admit it is difficult to even think encased in this rotting piece of meat. The stink of it filling every breath, a suffocating cloud you can't escape. Disgusting. How pathetically fragile it is. Nothing this weak is meant to survive.

You were right Smith. You're always right. It was inevitable.

Neo

[smells freshly-baked cookies] Mmm, I love that smell. I sure am going to miss it.

The Oracle

Neo: One way or another, I'm getting on this train.
Trainman: You don't get it. I built this place. Down here I make the rules. Down here *I* make the threats.
[the Trainman punches Neo, sending him flying back into the wall]
Trainman: Down here... I'm God.

The Oracle: What about the others?
The Architect: ...What others?
The Oracle: The ones that want out.
The Architect: Obviously they shall be freed.
The Oracle: I have your word?
The Architect: What do you think I am? Human?

Neo: It's been an honor, sir.
Morpheus: No. The honor is still mine.

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