Tank: Here you go, buddy; "Breakfast of Champions." Mouse: If you close your
eyes, it almost feels like you're eating runny eggs. Apoc: Yeah, or a bowl of
snot. Mouse: Do you know what it really reminds me of? Tasty Wheat. Did you
ever eat Tasty Wheat? Switch: No, but technically, neither did you. Mouse:
That's exactly my point. Exactly! Because you have to wonder: how do the
machines know what Tasty Wheat tasted like? Maybe they got it wrong. Maybe what
I think Tasty Wheat tasted like actually tasted like oatmeal, or tuna fish.
That makes you wonder about a lot of things.  You take chicken, for example:
maybe they couldn't figure out what to make chicken taste like, which is why
chicken tastes like everything!

Spoon boy: Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible.  Instead... only
try to realize the truth. Neo: What truth?  Spoon boy: There is no spoon. Neo:
There is no spoon?  Spoon boy: Then you'll see, that it is not the spoon that
bends, it is only yourself.

Cypher: I know what you're thinking, 'cause 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?

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? [Takes a bite of steak] Ignorance is
bliss.

Tank: So what do you need? Besides a miracle. Neo: Guns.  Lots of guns.

Trinity: Neo... nobody has ever done this before. Neo: I know. That's why it's
going to work.

Agent Smith: I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever
you want to call it, I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is
such a thing.  I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink and every time I
do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.

Agent Smith: Did you know that the first Matrix was designed to be a perfect
human world? Where none suffered, where everyone would be happy. It was a
disaster. No one would accept the program. Entire crops were lost. Some
believed we lacked the programming language to describe your perfect world. But
I believe that, as a species, human beings define their reality through
suffering and misery. The perfect world was a dream that your primitive
cerebrum kept trying to wake up from. Which is why the Matrix was redesigned to
this: the peak of your civilization.

Agent Smith: I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here.
It came to me when I tried to classify your species. I realized that you're not
actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural
equilibrium with the surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move
to an area, and you multiply, and multiply, until every natural resource is
consumed.  The only way you can survive is to spread to another area.  There is
another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. A virus. Human
beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet, you are a plague, and we are the
cure.

Agent Smith: Do you hear that, Mr. Anderson? That is the sound of
inevitability.

Neo: I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I know that you're afraid...
afraid of us. You're afraid of change.  I don't know the future. I didn't come
here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell how it's going
to begin. I'm going to hang up this phone, and then show these people what you
don't want them to see. I'm going to show them a world without you. A world
without rules or controls, borders or boundaries. A world where anything is
possible. Where we go from there is a choice I leave to you.