You scared the bejesus out of me.
-Sorry. -It's okay.
-Is that...? -The Matrix? Yeah.
-Do you always look at it encoded? -Well, you have to.
The image translators work for the construct program.
But there's way too much information to decode the Matrix.
You get used to it. I don't even see the code.
All I see is blonde, brunette, redhead.
-Do you... want a drink? -Sure.
I know what you're thinking.
Because right now I'm thinking the same thing.
Actually, I've been thinking it ever since I got here.
Why, oh, why didn't I take the blue pill?
Good shit, huh? Dozer makes it.
It's good for two things: Degreasing engines and killing brain cells.
So can I ask you something?
Did he tell you why he did it?
Why you're here?
Jesus! What a mind job.
So you're here to save the world.
What do you say to something like that?
A little piece of advice.
You see an agent... you do what we do. Run.
You run your ass off.
Thanks for the drink.
Sweet dreams.
Do we have a deal, Mr. Reagan?
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.
Then we have a deal.
I don't want to remember nothing. Nothing. You understand?
And I want to be rich. You know, someone important.
-Like an actor. -Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan.
Okay. You get my body back in a power plant... reinsert me into the Matrix... I'll get you what you want.
-Access codes to the Zion mainframe. -No. I told you, I don't know them.
-I can get you the man who does. -Morpheus.