The Matrix Reloaded quotes
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The Oracle: So... let's get the obvious stuff out of the way.
Neo: You're not human, are you?
The Oracle: It's tough to get more obvious than that.
Neo: If I had to guess... I'd say you were a program from the machine world. [Nods to Seraph] So is he.
The Oracle: So far so good.
Neo: But if that's true, it could mean you're a part of this system. Another form of control.
The Oracle: Keep going.
Neo: I suppose the most obvious question is... how can I trust you?
The Oracle: Bingo. It is a pickle. No doubt about it. The bad news is there's no way you can really know whether I'm here to help you or not, so it's really up to you. You just have to make up your own damned mind to either accept what I'm going to tell you, or reject it. [offers a sweet] Candy?
Neo: ... You already know if I'm going to take it.
The Oracle: Wouldn't be much of an Oracle if I didn't.
Neo: But if you already know, how can I make a choice?
The Oracle: Because you didn't come here to make the choice. You've already made it. You're here to try to understand why you made it. [Neo takes the candy] I thought you would have figured that out by now.
Neo: Why are you here?
The Oracle: Same reason- I love candy.
Neo: But why help us?
The Oracle: We're all here to do what we're all here to do. I'm interested in one thing Neo: the future. And believe me, I know: the only way to get there is together.
Neo: Are there other programs like you?
The Oracle: Oh, well, not like me. But... look- see those birds? At some point a program was written to govern them. A program was written to watch over the trees, and the wind, the sunrise, and sunset. There are programs running all over the place. The ones doing their job, doing what they were meant to do, are invisible. You'd never even know they were here. But the other ones... well, you hear about them all the time.
Neo: I've never heard of them.
The Oracle: Oh, of course you have. Every time you've heard someone say they saw a ghost, or an angel- every story you've ever heard about vampires, werewolves, or aliens, is the system assimilating some program that's doing something they're not supposed to be doing.
Neo: Programs hacking programs... Why?
The Oracle: Well, they have their reasons, but usually a program chooses exile when it faces deletion.
Neo: And why would a program be deleted?
The Oracle: Maybe it breaks down. Maybe a better program is written to replace it, happens all the time. And when it does, a program can either choose to hide here, or return to the Source.
Neo: The machine mainframe?
The Oracle: Yes. Where you must go. Where the path of the One ends. You've seen it. In your dreams, haven't you? The door made of light? [Neo nods} What happens when you go inside?
Neo: I see Trinity. And something happens, something bad. She starts to fall, then I wake up.
The Oracle: Do you see her die?
Neo: No.
The Oracle: You have the sight now Neo. You are looking at the world without time.
Neo: Then why can't I see what happens to her?
The Oracle: We can never see past the choices we don't understand.
Neo: Are you saying I have to choose whether Trinity lives or dies?
The Oracle: No. You've already made the choice. Now you have to understand it.
Neo: No. I can't do that. I won't.
The Oracle: You have to.
Neo: Why?
The Oracle: Because you're the One.
Neo: What if I can't? What happens if I fail?
The Oracle: Then Zion will fall.
Neo: You're not human, are you?
The Oracle: It's tough to get more obvious than that.
Neo: If I had to guess... I'd say you were a program from the machine world. [Nods to Seraph] So is he.
The Oracle: So far so good.
Neo: But if that's true, it could mean you're a part of this system. Another form of control.
The Oracle: Keep going.
Neo: I suppose the most obvious question is... how can I trust you?
The Oracle: Bingo. It is a pickle. No doubt about it. The bad news is there's no way you can really know whether I'm here to help you or not, so it's really up to you. You just have to make up your own damned mind to either accept what I'm going to tell you, or reject it. [offers a sweet] Candy?
Neo: ... You already know if I'm going to take it.
The Oracle: Wouldn't be much of an Oracle if I didn't.
Neo: But if you already know, how can I make a choice?
The Oracle: Because you didn't come here to make the choice. You've already made it. You're here to try to understand why you made it. [Neo takes the candy] I thought you would have figured that out by now.
Neo: Why are you here?
The Oracle: Same reason- I love candy.
Neo: But why help us?
The Oracle: We're all here to do what we're all here to do. I'm interested in one thing Neo: the future. And believe me, I know: the only way to get there is together.
Neo: Are there other programs like you?
The Oracle: Oh, well, not like me. But... look- see those birds? At some point a program was written to govern them. A program was written to watch over the trees, and the wind, the sunrise, and sunset. There are programs running all over the place. The ones doing their job, doing what they were meant to do, are invisible. You'd never even know they were here. But the other ones... well, you hear about them all the time.
Neo: I've never heard of them.
The Oracle: Oh, of course you have. Every time you've heard someone say they saw a ghost, or an angel- every story you've ever heard about vampires, werewolves, or aliens, is the system assimilating some program that's doing something they're not supposed to be doing.
Neo: Programs hacking programs... Why?
The Oracle: Well, they have their reasons, but usually a program chooses exile when it faces deletion.
Neo: And why would a program be deleted?
The Oracle: Maybe it breaks down. Maybe a better program is written to replace it, happens all the time. And when it does, a program can either choose to hide here, or return to the Source.
Neo: The machine mainframe?
The Oracle: Yes. Where you must go. Where the path of the One ends. You've seen it. In your dreams, haven't you? The door made of light? [Neo nods} What happens when you go inside?
Neo: I see Trinity. And something happens, something bad. She starts to fall, then I wake up.
The Oracle: Do you see her die?
Neo: No.
The Oracle: You have the sight now Neo. You are looking at the world without time.
Neo: Then why can't I see what happens to her?
The Oracle: We can never see past the choices we don't understand.
Neo: Are you saying I have to choose whether Trinity lives or dies?
The Oracle: No. You've already made the choice. Now you have to understand it.
Neo: No. I can't do that. I won't.
The Oracle: You have to.
Neo: Why?
The Oracle: Because you're the One.
Neo: What if I can't? What happens if I fail?
The Oracle: Then Zion will fall.
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Smith: Mr. Anderson! Did you get my package?
Neo: Yeah.
Smith: Well good.
Morpheus: Smith.
Link: Whoever it is, he's not greeting like an agent.
Smith: Surprised to see me?
Neo: No.
Smith: Then you're aware of it.
Neo: Of what?
Smith: Our connection. I don't fully understand how it happened, perhaps some part of you imprinted onto me, something overwritten or copied- it is at this point irrelevant; what matters is that whatever happened, happened for a reason.
Neo: And what reason is that?
Smith: I killed you, Mr. Anderson, I watched you die- with a certain satisfaction, I might add. And then something happened. Something that I knew was impossible, but it happened anyway. You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. Afterwards, I knew the rules, I understood what I was supposed to do... but I didn't. I couldn't. I was compelled to stay. Compelled to disobey. And now here I stand because of you, Mr. Anderson. Because of you, I'm no longer an agent of this system. Because of you, I've changed, I'm unplugged- a new man, so to speak. Like you, apparently free.
Neo: Congratulations.
Smith: Thank you.[Smiles for a moment before continuing] ...But, as you well know, appearances can be deceiving which brings us back to the reason why we're here. We're not here because we're free... we're here because we're not free. There's no escaping reason, no denying purpose, because, as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist.
Smith 1: It is purpose that created us.
Smith 2: Purpose that connects us.
Smith 3: Purpose that pulls us.
Smith 4: That guides us.
Smith 5: That drives us.
Smith 6: It is purpose that defines us.
Smith 7: Purpose that binds us.
Smith: We're here because of you, Mr. Anderson. We're here to take from you what you tried to take from us. [Plunges his hand into Neo's chest and attempts to copy himself over him] Purpose.
Neo: Yeah.
Smith: Well good.
Morpheus: Smith.
Link: Whoever it is, he's not greeting like an agent.
Smith: Surprised to see me?
Neo: No.
Smith: Then you're aware of it.
Neo: Of what?
Smith: Our connection. I don't fully understand how it happened, perhaps some part of you imprinted onto me, something overwritten or copied- it is at this point irrelevant; what matters is that whatever happened, happened for a reason.
Neo: And what reason is that?
Smith: I killed you, Mr. Anderson, I watched you die- with a certain satisfaction, I might add. And then something happened. Something that I knew was impossible, but it happened anyway. You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. Afterwards, I knew the rules, I understood what I was supposed to do... but I didn't. I couldn't. I was compelled to stay. Compelled to disobey. And now here I stand because of you, Mr. Anderson. Because of you, I'm no longer an agent of this system. Because of you, I've changed, I'm unplugged- a new man, so to speak. Like you, apparently free.
Neo: Congratulations.
Smith: Thank you.[Smiles for a moment before continuing] ...But, as you well know, appearances can be deceiving which brings us back to the reason why we're here. We're not here because we're free... we're here because we're not free. There's no escaping reason, no denying purpose, because, as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist.
Smith 1: It is purpose that created us.
Smith 2: Purpose that connects us.
Smith 3: Purpose that pulls us.
Smith 4: That guides us.
Smith 5: That drives us.
Smith 6: It is purpose that defines us.
Smith 7: Purpose that binds us.
Smith: We're here because of you, Mr. Anderson. We're here to take from you what you tried to take from us. [Plunges his hand into Neo's chest and attempts to copy himself over him] Purpose.
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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.
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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.
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.
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The Architect: Hello, Neo.
Neo: Who are you?
The Architect: I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. I have been waiting for you. You have many questions and though the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo, some of my answers you will understand, some you will not. Concordantly, though your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize, it is also the most irrelevant.
Neo: Why am I here?
The Architect: Your life is the sum of the remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the Matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden assiduously avoided, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control, which has led you, inexorably, here.
Neo: You haven't answered my question.
The Architect: Quite right. [Pauses] Interesting, that was quicker than the others.
[The Neos on the TV monitors begin shouting for an explanation.]
The Architect: The Matrix is older than you know. I prefer counting from the emergence of one integral anomaly to the emergence of the next, in which case this is the sixth version.
[The Neos on the TV monitors exclaim various statements of protest, before closing in on Neo's current reaction.]
Neo: There are only two possible explanations: either no one told me, or no one knows.
The Architect: Precisely. As you are undoubtedly gathering, the anomaly is systemic, creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.
Neo: Choice. The problem is choice.
Neo: Who are you?
The Architect: I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. I have been waiting for you. You have many questions and though the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo, some of my answers you will understand, some you will not. Concordantly, though your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize, it is also the most irrelevant.
Neo: Why am I here?
The Architect: Your life is the sum of the remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the Matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden assiduously avoided, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control, which has led you, inexorably, here.
Neo: You haven't answered my question.
The Architect: Quite right. [Pauses] Interesting, that was quicker than the others.
[The Neos on the TV monitors begin shouting for an explanation.]
The Architect: The Matrix is older than you know. I prefer counting from the emergence of one integral anomaly to the emergence of the next, in which case this is the sixth version.
[The Neos on the TV monitors exclaim various statements of protest, before closing in on Neo's current reaction.]
Neo: There are only two possible explanations: either no one told me, or no one knows.
The Architect: Precisely. As you are undoubtedly gathering, the anomaly is systemic, creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.
Neo: Choice. The problem is choice.
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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.
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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.
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.
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Choice is an illusion, created between those with power, and those without.
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The Architect: The function of the One is now to return to the Source, allowing a temporary dissemination of the code you carry, reinserting the Prime Program. After which you will be required to select from the Matrix 23 individuals, 16 female, 7 male, to rebuild Zion. Failure to comply with this process will result in a cataclysmic system crash killing everyone connected to the Matrix, which coupled with the extermination of Zion will ultimately result in the extinction of the entire human race.
Neo: You won't let it happen, you can't. You need human beings to survive.
The Architect: There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept. However, the relevant issue is whether or not you are ready to accept the responsibility for the death of every human being in this world.
[The Architect activates the monitors, showing various people in the Matrix.]
The Architect: It is interesting reading your reactions. Your five predecessors were, by design, based on a similar predication: a contingent affirmation that was meant to create a profound attachment to the rest of your species, facilitating the function of the One. While the others experienced this in a very general way, your experience is far more specific. Vis-à-vis: love.
[The monitors show Trinity.]
Neo: Trinity.
The Architect: Apropos, she entered the Matrix to save your life at the cost of her own.
Neo: No.
The Architect: Which brings us at last to the moment of truth, wherein the fundamental flaw is ultimately expressed, and the Anomaly revealed as both beginning and end. There are two doors. The door to your right leads to the Source and the salvation of Zion. The door to your left leads back to the Matrix, to her and to the end of your species. As you adequately put, the problem is choice. But we already know what you are going to do, don't we? Already I can see the chain reaction: the chemical precursors that signal the onset of an emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic and reason. An emotion that is already blinding you to the simple and obvious truth: she is going to die and there is nothing you can do to stop it.
[Neo turns and walks to his left.]
The Architect: Hope. It is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.
Neo: If I were you, I would hope we don't meet again.
The Architect: We won't.
Neo: You won't let it happen, you can't. You need human beings to survive.
The Architect: There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept. However, the relevant issue is whether or not you are ready to accept the responsibility for the death of every human being in this world.
[The Architect activates the monitors, showing various people in the Matrix.]
The Architect: It is interesting reading your reactions. Your five predecessors were, by design, based on a similar predication: a contingent affirmation that was meant to create a profound attachment to the rest of your species, facilitating the function of the One. While the others experienced this in a very general way, your experience is far more specific. Vis-à-vis: love.
[The monitors show Trinity.]
Neo: Trinity.
The Architect: Apropos, she entered the Matrix to save your life at the cost of her own.
Neo: No.
The Architect: Which brings us at last to the moment of truth, wherein the fundamental flaw is ultimately expressed, and the Anomaly revealed as both beginning and end. There are two doors. The door to your right leads to the Source and the salvation of Zion. The door to your left leads back to the Matrix, to her and to the end of your species. As you adequately put, the problem is choice. But we already know what you are going to do, don't we? Already I can see the chain reaction: the chemical precursors that signal the onset of an emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic and reason. An emotion that is already blinding you to the simple and obvious truth: she is going to die and there is nothing you can do to stop it.
[Neo turns and walks to his left.]
The Architect: Hope. It is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.
Neo: If I were you, I would hope we don't meet again.
The Architect: We won't.
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Who has time? Who has time? But then if we do not ever take time, how can we ever have time?
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Cause and effect. I drank too much wine. Now I must take a piss.
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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?
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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.
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Councillor Hamann: I slept for the first eleven years of my life, now I'm making up for it.