Neo: “Who are you?”

Neo:     “Who are you?”
Smith:   “You still don’t recognize me?
But 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 from.  Disgusting.
Look how pathetically fragile it is.
Nothing this weak is meant to survive.

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Neo:     “What do you want?”
Smith:   “I want what you want.
Yes, that’s it Mr. Anderson.
Look past the flesh.
Look through the soft gelatin of these dull cow eyes and see your enemy.”
Neo:     “No.”
Smith:   “Oh yes, Mr. Anderson.”
Neo:     “It can’t be.”
Smith:   “There ‘s nowhere I can’t go.  There’s nowhere I won’t find you.”
Neo:     “It’s impossible!”
Smith: “Not impossible.  Inevitable.
Good-bye, Mr. Anderson.

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Neo:     “I can see you.”
Smith:   “It’s not over, Mr. Anderson.  It’s not over.”