Smith: “Do we have a deal, Mr. Reagan?
Cypher: “You know, I know this steak doesn’t exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is… juicy and delicious.
After nine years, you know what I realize? Ignorance is bliss.
Smith: “Then we have a deal.”
Cypher: “I don’t want to remember nothing. Nothing. Do you understand?
I don’t want to be rich. You know, someone important. Like an actor.
Smith: “Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan.
Cypher: “Okay. Get my body back to the power plant, insert me into the Matrix… I’ll get you what you want.”
Smith: “Access codes to the Zion main frame .
Cypher: “No, I told you I don’t know them. I can get you the man who does.”