Tank: “Do you hear that, Mr. Anderson?
Smith: “That is the sound of inevitability.
That is the sound of your death. Good-bye, Mr. Anderson.”
Neo: “My name is… Neo.”
Smith: “It is inevitable.”
Trinity: “Come on, get out of there.”
Neo: “What do you want?”
Smith: “I want what you want.
Yes, that’s it Mr. Anderson.
Look past the flesh.
Look through the soft gelatin of these dull cow eyes and see your enemy.”
Smith: “Oh yes, Mr. Anderson.”
Neo: “It can’t be.”
Smith: “There is nowhere I can’t go. There is nowhere I won’t find you.”
Neo: “It’s impossible!”
Smith: “Not impossible. Inevitable.
Good-bye, Mr. Anderson.”
Smith: “Wait. I’ve seen this. This is it. This is the end.
Yes… you’re lying right there just like that and I…I stand here, right here… I’m supposed to say something. I say: everything that has a beginning has an end, Neo.
What…? What did I just say?
No, no, this isn’t right, this can’t be right.
Get away from me!”
Neo: “What are you afraid of?”
Smith: “It’s a trick!”
Neo: “You are right, Smith. You’re always right.
It was inevitable.”