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

Château Haut-Brion 1959, magnificent wine, I love French wine, like I love the French language. I have sampled every language, French is my favourite - fantastic language, especially to curse with. Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperies de connards d'encul? de ta mère. It's like wiping your ass with silk, I love it.

Choice. The problem is choice.

I was thinking. Everyone's here.

Trinity. I know you can hear me. I'm never letting go. I can't. I just love you too damn much.

Touch me, and that hand will never touch anything again.

That's a nice trick.

I guess this makes us even.

There is a bulding, inside this building, there is a level where no elevator can go and no stair can reach.

This level is filled with doors.these doors lead to many places, hidden places; but one door is special. One door leads to the source. This building is protected by very secure system.Every alarm triggers the bomb.

Zion, hear me! It is true, what many of you have heard. The machines have gathered an army and as I speak, that army is drawing nearer to our home. Believe me when I say we have a difficult time ahead of us. But if we are to be prepared for it, we must first shed our fear of it. I stand here, before you now, truthfully unafraid. Why? Because I believe something you do not? No, I stand here without fear because I remember. I remember that I am here not because of the path that lies before me but because of the path that lies behind me. I remember that for 100 years we have fought these machines. I remember that for 100 years they have sent their armies to destroy us, and after a century of war I remember that which matters most... We are still here! Today, let us send a message to that army. Tonight, let us shake this cave. Tonight, let us tremble these halls of earth, steel, and stone, let us be heard from red core to black sky. Tonight, let us make them remember, this is Zion, and we are not afraid!

This night did not happen by chance. I do not believe in chance. When I see three objectives, three captains, three ships I do not see coincidence. I see providence. I see purpose. I believe this night holds for each and every one of us, the very meaning of our lives.

Then tomorrow we may all be dead, but how would that be different from any other day? This is a war, and we are soldiers. Death can come for us at any time, in any place. Now consider the alternative. What if I am right? What if the prophecy is true? What if tomorrow the war could be over? Isn't that worth fighting for? Isn't that worth dying for?

Everything begins with choice.

What happened, happened and could not have happened any other way.