Agent Smith: The great Morpheus. We meet at last. Morpheus: And you are? Agent Smith: A Smith. Agent Smith. Morpheus: You all look the same to me.
Rhineheart: The time has come to make a choice, Mr. Anderson. Either you choose to be at your desk on time from this day forth, or you choose to find yourself another job.
Agent Smith: Find them and destroy them
Agent Smith: Never send a human to do a machine's job. Agent Brown: If, indeed, the insider has failed, they'll sever the connection as soon as possible. Unless... Agent Jones: ...they're dead. In either case... Agent Smith: ...we have no choice but ...
Cypher: Neo. You scared the b'Jesus out of me.
Agent Smith: I'm going to enjoy watching you die, Mr. Anderson.
[talking to the unconscious Morpheus] Cypher: If you'd told us the truth, we would've told you to shove that red pill right up your ass.
Agent Smith: Dammit. Agent Brown: The trace was completed. Agent Jones: We have their position. Agent Brown: Sentinels are standing by. Agent Jones: Order the strike. Agent Smith: They are not out yet.
[Neo runs down the alleyway and gets trapped] Neo: Help!, need a little help! Tank: The door.
Morpheus: Don't think you are. Know you are!
[Neo tries a drink made by Dozer and winces] Cypher: Good shit, huh? It's good for two things: degreasing engines and killing brain cells.
Cypher: Jesus. What a mind-job.
