Neo: “Who are you?”
Smith: “You still don’t recognize me?
But I admit it is difficult to even think encased in this rotting piece of meat. The stink of it, filling every breath, a suffocating cloud you can’t escape from. Disgusting.
Look how pathetically fragile it is.
Nothing this weak is meant to survive.
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 ‘s nowhere I can’t go. There’s nowhere I won’t find you.”
Neo: “It’s impossible!”
Smith: “Not impossible. Inevitable.
Good-bye, Mr. Anderson.
Neo: “I can see you.”
Smith: “It’s not over, Mr. Anderson. It’s not over.”