Smith: “Do we have a deal, Mr. Reagan?”

Smith:               “Do we have a deal, Mr. Reagan?

Cypher:            “You know, I know this steak doesn’t exist.  I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is… juicy and delicious.

After nine years, you know what I realize?  Ignorance is bliss.
Smith:               “Then we have a deal.”

Cypher:            “I don’t want to remember nothing.  Nothing.  Do you understand?
I don’t want to be rich.  You know, someone important.  Like an actor.
Smith:               “Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan.

Cypher:            “Okay.  Get my body back to the power plant, insert me into the Matrix… I’ll get you what you want.”
Smith:               “Access codes to the Zion main frame .
Cypher:            “No, I told you I don’t know them.  I can get you the man who does.”
Smith:               “Morpheus.”