Commander Lock: Dammit, Morpheus. Not everyone believes what you believe.
Morpheus: My beliefs do not require them to.
Morpheus: Everything begins with choice.
Merovingian: No. Wrong. Choice is an illusion, created between those with power, and those without.
Neo: Why am I here?
The Architect: Your life is the sum of a 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. Interesting. That was quicker than the others.
Agent Smith: I want everything.
Morpheus: Would that include a bullet from this gun?
Link: Trinity, we're talking less than five minutes here.
Trinity: In five minutes, I'll tear that whole goddamn building down.
Ballard: You're asking for one of us to disobey a direct order.
Morpheus: That's right, I am. But we well know that the reason most of us are here is because of our affinity for disobedience.
Merovingian: Goddammit woman, you will be the end of me.
Merovingian: Mark my words boy, Mark them well, I have survived your predecessors and I will survive you.
Niobe: Morpheus, I can't help thinking... What if all this - the prophecy, everything - is bullshit?
Morpheus: 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?
Neo: Choice, the problem is choice.
Agent Smith: Still using all the muscles except the one that matters?
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 if 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.
Trinity: Touch me and that hand will never touch anything again.
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 any more obvious than that.
Morpheus: I have dreamed a dream, but now that dream is gone from me.
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.
Answer: This was made just for the trailers. The same part (without the Matrix code) can be seen when Smith says "suprised to see me?" to which Neo replies "No." and puts on his sunglasses before the Burly Brawl.