Unfortunately, no one can be told what The Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself.
I'm trying to free your mind, Neo. But I can only show you the door. You're the one that has to walk through it.
You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up 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.
You have to let it all go, Neo. Fear, doubt, and disbelief. Free your mind.
Welcome to the real world.
The Matrix is a system, Neo. That system is our enemy. When you're inside, you look around, what do you see? Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of people we're trying to save, but until we do, these people are still a part of that system and that makes them our enemy. You have to understand that most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inert, so hopelessly dependent on the system that they will fight to protect it. Were you listening to me, Neo? Or were you looking at the woman in the red dress?
Look again. Freeze it.
No. It's another training program designed to teach you one thing. If you are not one of us, you are one of them.
Sentient programs. They can move in and out of any software still hardwired to their system. That means that anyone we haven't unplugged is potentially an agent.
Inside the matrix they are everyone and they are no one.
We have survived by hiding from them, by running from them. But they are the gatekeepers. They are guarding all the doors, they are holding all the keys which means that sooner or later, someone is going to have to fight them.
I won't lie to you, Neo. Every single man or woman who has stood their ground, everyone who has fought an agent has died. But where they have failed, you will succeed.
I've seen an agent punch through a concrete wall. Men have emptied entire clips at them and hit nothing but air. Yet their strength and their speed are still based in a world that is built on rules. Because of that, they will never be as strong or as fast as you can be.
If you'd told us the truth, we would've told you to shove that red pill right up your ass!
Just between you and me, you don't believe it, do you? You don't believe this guy is The One?
It means buckle your seatbelt, Dorothy, 'cause Kansas is going bye-bye.
Good shit, huh? Dozer makes it. It's good for two things: degreasing engines and killing brain cells.
I know what you're thinking, 'cause right now I'm thinking the same thing. Actually, I've been thinking it ever since I got here. Why, oh why didn't I take the blue pill?
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.
All I do is what he tells me to do.
...there's way too much information to decode the Matrix. You get used to it, though. Your brain does the translating. I don't even see the code. All I see is blonde, brunette, and redhead. Hey uh, you want a drink?
Don't hate me Trinity. I'm just a messenger. And right now, I'm gonna prove it to you. If Morpheus was right, then there's no way I can pull this plug. I mean, if Neo's the one, then there'd have to be some kind of miracle to stop me. I mean how can he be the one if he's dead? You never did answer me before, if you bought into Morpheus' bullshit. All I want is a little yes or a no. Look into his eyes, those big pretty eyes. And tell me. Yes or no.
As you can see, we've had our eye on you for some time now, Mr. Anderson. It seems that you've been living two lives. In one life, you're Thomas A. Anderson, program writer for a respectable software company. You have a social security number, you pay your taxes, and you... help your landlady carry out her garbage. The other life is lived in computers, where you go by the hacker alias Neo and are guilty of virtually every computer crime we have a law for. One of these lives has a future, and one of them does not. I'm going to be as forthcoming as I can be, Mr. Anderson. You're here because we need your help. We know that you've been contacted by a certain individual. A man who calls himself Morpheus. Now, whatever you think you know about this man is irrelevant. He is considered by many authorities to be the most dangerous man alive. My colleagues believe that I'm wasting my time with you, but I believe you wish to do the right thing. Well, we're willing to wipe the slate clean. Give you a fresh start. And all that we're asking in return is your cooperation in bringing a known terrorist to justice.
Hmm, Mr. Anderson... you disappoint me.
And tell me, Mr. Anderson, what good is a phone call if you're unable to speak?