What did you do with Sati?
Cookies need love like everything does. [laughs]
You are a bastard.
You would know, Mom.
What did you do with Sati?
Cookies need love like everything does. [laughs]
You are a bastard.
You would know, Mom.
Mr. Anderson, welcome back. We missed you. [pauses; looks around] You like what I've done with the place?
It ends tonight.
I know it does, I've seen it. That's why the rest of me is just going to enjoy the show because we already know that I'm the one that beats you.
Why, Mr. Anderson? Why, why, why? Why do you do it? Why? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? [becomes visibly agitated] Is it freedom or truth?! Perhaps peace?! Could it be for love?! Illusions, Mr. Anderson, vagaries of perception! Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose! And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love! You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson! You must know it by now! You can't win! It's pointless to keep fighting! [now clearly enraged] Why, Mr. Anderson?! Why?! WHY DO YOU PERSIST?!
Well, well, it’s been a long time. I remember chasing you was like chasing a ghost.
I have beaten you before.
That’s true, but as you can see, things are a little different now. [to Sati] And you must be the last exile.
The Oracle told me about you.
Really? And what did she say about me?
That you’re a bad man.
Oh, I’m not so bad once you get to know me.
The great and powerful Oracle. We meet at last. I suppose you’ve been expecting me, right? The all-knowing Oracle is never surprised. How can she be? She knows everything. But if that’s true, then why is she here? If she knew I was coming, why didn’t she leave? [Sweeps plate of cookies off table] Maybe you knew I was going to do that, maybe you didn’t. If you did, that means you baked those cookies and set that plate right there deliberately, purposefully. Which means you’re sitting there also deliberately, purposefully.
What did you do with Sati?
Cookies need love like everything does.
You are a bastard.
You would know, Mom.
Do what you’re here to do.
Yes, ma’am. [copies himself onto the Oracle]