they will fight to protect it

Morpheus: The Matrix is a system, Neo. That system is our enemy. But when you're inside, you look around, what do you see? Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of the people we are 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, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inured, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it.
[Neo's eyes suddenly wander towards a woman in a red dress]
Morpheus: Were you listening to me, Neo? Or were you looking at the woman in the red dress?

Neo: I was...
Morpheus: [gestures with one hand] Look again.
[the woman in the red dress is now Agent Smith, pointing a gun at Neo's head; Neo ducks]
Morpheus: Freeze it.
[Everybody and everything besides Neo and Morpheus freezes in time]
Neo: This... this isn't the Matrix?
Morpheus: No. It is another training program designed to teach you one thing: if you are not one of us, you are one of them.

We are gonna make those mother fuckers *choke*!

Nixon: That's our tragedy, you and I Mr. Frost. No matter how high we get, they still look down at us.
Frost: I really don't know what you're talking about.

Nixon: Yes you do. Now come on. No matter how many awards or column inches are written about you, or how high the elected office is, it's still not enough. We still feel like the little man. The loser. They told us we were a hundred times, the smart asses in college, the high ups. The well-born. The people who's respect we really wanted. Really craved. And isn't that why we work so hard now, why we fight for every inch? Scrambling our way up in undignified fashion. If we're honest for a minute, if we reflect privately, just for a moment, if we allow ourselves a glimpse into that shadowy place we call our soul, isn't that why we're here? Now? The two of us. Looking for a way back into the sun. Into the limelight. Back onto the winner's podium. Because we can feel it slipping away. We were headed, both of us, for the dirt. The place the snobs always told us that we'd end up. Face in the dust, humiliated all the more for having tried. So pitifully hard. Well, to *hell with that*! We're not going to let that happen, either of us. We're going to show those bums, we're going to make 'em choke on our continued success. Our continued headlines! Our continued awards! And power! And glory! We are gonna make those mother fuckers *choke*!

Xoterías

I'm exactly right for you, Bella; it would be as easy as breathing with me

it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces

I got my head but my head is unraveling

can't keep control can't keep track of where it's traveling

I got my heart but my heart's no good

you're the only one that's understood

I come along but I don't know where you're taking me

I shouldn't go but you're wrenching dragging shaking me

turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky

the more I give to you the more I die

and I want you

you are the perfect drug

the perfect drug

the perfect drug

the perfect drug

you make me hard when i'm all soft inside

I see the truth when i'm all stupid-eyed

the arrow goes straight through my heart

without you everything just falls apart

my blood just wants to say hello to you

my fear is warm to get inside of you

my soul is so afraid to realize

how very little bit is left of me

take me with you

without you everything just falls apart

it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces

Very, very pissed off...

"God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."

"Maldición, una generación entera despachando gasolina, trabajando de meseros; esclavos de cuello blanco. La publicidad nos ha hecho desear autos y ropa, trabajando en empleos que odiamos para comprar basura que no necesitamos. Somos los hijos de en medio en la historia. Sin propósito ni lugar. No tenemos Gran Guerra. Tampoco Gran Depresión. Nuestra Gran Guerra es espiritual... nuestra Gran Depresión son nuestras vidas. La televisión nos hizo creer que algún día todos seriamos millonarios o estrellas de cine y de rock. Pero no lo seremos. Y estamos aprendiéndolo lentamente. Y estamos muy muy molestos."

R

A leader, like a shepherd, he sends his fastest nimble sheep, out front.

And the others will follow.

While the shepherd, he walks quietly behind it... Now he's got the stick, and the cane,
he'll use it! If he has to.

But most times he doesn't have to.

He moves the whole herd quietly.