(After an Agent blocks his attack) Hmm... upgrades.

Councillor Hamann: I slept for the first eleven years of my life, now I'm making up for it.

Police officer: Repeat, we're approaching the... [transforms into an agent] We have them now.

Seraph: You do not truly know someone until you fight them.

The Oracle: [To Neo, prior to leaving] Seems like every time we meet, I got nothin' but bad news for you. I'm sorry about that, I surely am. But for what it's worth... you've made a believer out of me. Good luck, kiddo.

Twin 1: (Talking to Twin 2 after being shot repeatedly in the arm) Could we move along?

Agent Johnson: You are no longer necessary.
Keymaker: We do only what we're meant to do.
Agent Johnson: Then you are meant for one more thing: deletion.

Agent: You.
Smith: Yes, me. Me, me, me.
[Smith copies himself over the Agent]
Smith: Me too.

Bane: Oh, God!
Smith: Smith will suffice.

Commander Locke: Damnit, Morpheus, not everyone believes what you believe.
Morpheus: My beliefs don't require them to.

Councillor Hamann: Down here, sometimes I think about all those people still plugged into the Matrix and when I look at these machines I can't help thinking that in a way we are plugged into them.
Neo: But we control these machines; they don't control us.
Councillor Hamann: Of course not. How could they? The idea is pure nonsense. But...it does make one wonder... just... what is control?
Neo: If we wanted, we could shut these machines down.
Councillor Hamann: Of course. That's it. You hit it. That's control, isn't it? If we wanted we could smash them to bits. Although, if we did, we'd have to consider what would happen to our lights, our heat, our air...
Neo: So we need machines and they need us, is that your point, Councillor?
Councillor Hamann: No. No point. Old men like me don't bother with making points. There's no point.

Neo: Is that why there are no young men on the council?
Councillor Hamann: Good point.

Merovingian: Oh God, my God, Persephone how could you do this, you betrayed me, how did you... Putain de bordel de saloperie de couille de merde [all with French accent]!
Persephone: Cause and effect, my love.
Merovingian: Cause? There is no cause for this, what cause?
Persephone: What cause? How about the lipstick you're still wearing?
Merovingian: Lipstick? Lipstick? [Wipes at his face sarcastically] What craziness you are talking about woman, there is no lipstick!
Persephone: ...She wasn't kissing your face, my love.
Merovingian: ...Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai, woman, this is nothing, c'est rien, c'est rien du tout. It's a game, it is only a game.
Persephone: So is this! Have fun.

Morpheus: What happened back there, Link?
Link: I can't figure it out, sir. Agents just came out of nowhere. Then the code got all weird, encryption I've never seen.
Trinity: Is Neo okay?
Link: Okay? Shit Morpheus, you should've seen him!

Morpheus: Where is he now?
Link: He's doing his Superman thing.

Morpheus: No, what happened happened, and could not have happened any other way.
Neo: How do you know?
Morpheus: We are still alive.