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?

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

The Oracle

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.

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

[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.

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

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.

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.

Neo: Why are you here?
The Oracle: Same reason. I love candy.

We don't know who struck first, us or them. But we do know it was us that scorched the sky. At the time, they were dependent on solar power. It was believed they would be unable to survive without an energy source as abundant as the sun.

Morpheus

If real is what you can feel, smell, taste and see, then 'real' is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain

Morpheus

Neo: I thought it wasn't real
Morpheus: Your mind makes it real
Neo: If you're killed in the matrix, you die here?
Morpheus: The body cannot live without the mind

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