— 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.
— What truth?
— That you are a slave. Like everyone else, you were born into bondage born into a prison that you cannot smell or taste or touch. A prison for your mind.
The first night's the toughest. No doubt about it. They march you in, naked as the day you were born, skin burning and half-blind from that delousing shit they throw on you. And when they put you in that cell, and those bars slam home... that's when you know it's for real. Old life blown away in the blink of an eye. Nothing left, but all the time in the world to think about it.
— So, you been in jail? Do you ever feel bad about what you do?
— Everyone steals, Leslie. Some people admit it to themselves, some don't. It's what human beings do. That's why we invented locks. You think the people in these houses feel bad? Their grandparents and their great grandparents, they're the ones who got their hands dirty.
— I just mean, how do you sleep at night?
— I don't drink coffee after 7:00.