You certainly don’t pal, 'cause the good news is - you’re fired. The bad news is - you’ve got, all of you’ve got just one week to regain your jobs starting with tonight. Starting with tonight’s sit. Oh? Have I got your attention now? Good. "Cause we’re adding a little something to this month’s sales contest. As you all know first prize is a Cadillac El Dorado. Anyone wanna see second prize? Second prize is a set of steak knives. Third prize is you’re fired. Get the picture? You laughing now?
No man, I’m pretty fucking far from OK.
I never got a straight answer. All I know is that their teeth fell out.
Your temperament’s wrong for the priesthood.
And teaching would suit you still less
Son, be a dentist.
You’ll be a success.
Wait till Biggus Dickus hears of this!
It’s one thing to want to change the way people live – but you want to change how they think, how they feel. Either way, it’s dangerous. It’s against Rome. It’s against the way the world is. And killing or loving, it’s all the same. It simply doesn’t matter how you want to change things; we don’t want them changed.
There is a natural order to this world, and those who try to upend it do not fare well. This movement will never survive; if you join them, you and your entire family will be shunned. At best, you will exist a pariah to be spat at and beaten-at worst, to be lynched or crucified. And for what? For what? No matter what you do it will never amount to anything more than a single drop in a limitless ocean.
Then it don’t matter. I’ll be all around in the dark - I’ll be everywhere. Wherever you can look - wherever there’s a fight, so hungry people can eat, I’ll be there. Wherever there’s a cop beatin’ up a guy, I’ll be there. I’ll be in the way guys yell when they’re mad. I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry and they know supper’s ready, and when the people are eatin’ the stuff they raise and livin’ in the houses they build - I’ll be there, too.
The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work… when you go to church… when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
This is just like television, only you can see much further.
The fat Hobbit, he knows. Eyes always watching.
At home by the fire, whenever I look up, there you will be. And whenever you look up, there I shall be.
And even though I know how very far apart we are, it helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star.
Closer, please… Closer… That expires in one week. You’re not real FBl, are you?
You’re muckin’ with a G here, pal!
I want you to find this nancy-boy Eliot Ness, I want him DEAD! I want his family DEAD! I want his house burned to the GROUND!
I made my family disappear!
What’s the matter with you? Is this what you’ve become, a Hollywood finocchio who cries like a woman? “Oh, what do I do? What do I do?” What is that nonsense? Ridiculous!
Let’s face it, Lowenstein. Women are more devious than men. You’re great at hiding things. You keep secrets. You smile when you lie. You expect a man to be a tower of strength. When he’s got a few weaknesses and insecurities… what do you do? You turn around, and goddamn it, you betray him!
It’s only in the third person, “their rebellion”, that it becomes treason.