Morpheus: Does the Commander have a plan for stopping 250,000 sentinels?
Niobe: A strategy is still being formulated.
Morpheus: I'm sure it is.
Agent Smith: I want everything.
Morpheus: Would that include a bullet from this gun?
Morpheus: Everything begins with choice.
Merovingian: No. Wrong. Choice is an illusion, created between those with power, and those without.
Morpheus: I have dreamed a dream, but now that dream is gone from me.
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?
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.
Morpheus: You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
Morpheus: Stop trying to hit me and hit me!
Morpheus: Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony.
Whitey Powers: The moment I laid eyes on him, I could tell he'd done time. They never lose it, you know. That tension, it settles up around their shoulders.
Sean Devine: He just lost his daughter, maybe that's what's settled in his shoulders.
Whitey Powers: No, that's in his stomach. The tension in his shoulders, that's prison.
Jimmy: How long?
Whitey Powers: How long what?
Jimmy: How long till you catch my daughter's killer? I need to know.
Noland: They can hear you. Smell you. They see you.
