Hitman
Architect: Whaddup, Neo! (gives him dap, and a bear hug)
Neo: Who dat is?
Architect: I be da Architect. I made da math and sh*t. I been chillin' here for 'bout a minute waitin' fo' yo' @$$. You gotsa lot of da Q's and though da math's f*ed wit' yo' head, you still human, dawg. So like, you'll get some of da knowledge I drop and some of it be ovah yo' head. Da first Q you gots might be numero uno, you probably don't get dat it don't matter none no how.
Neo: What da f**k am I doin' here, dawg?
Architect: Yo, you here because da math ain't addin' up, son. No matta how hard I do da math it don't add up, so dis anomaly keep poppin' up, that's you, son, in what should be da sweetest sh*t ever. But see, I got a plan fo' yo' @$$, too, you ain't no surprise, son...and dat's what led you here.
Neo: You ain't said nothin' but a word, dawg.
Architect: Dang, son, you faster den da other dawgs...
(screens burst out into questions mostly about "whatchu talkin' bout, Willus?")
Architect: Da Math be older dan you think, son. I like ta count from one of ya to da next, so dat makes dis da 6th go.
(screens pretty much all start calling him a liar and or attempting to figure his words out, except one…)
Neo (in one of the screens): So, dawg...dat means one o' two things...nobody done told me, or nobody knows dis sh*t. (inside this screen becomes the new scene)
Architect: Yeah, dawg, dat's da sh*t (rolls a joint). You probably startin' to wrap yo' head 'round da fact dat da sh*t is systemic, so even da easy math gets jacked up. (takes a puff)
(screens all pretty much start cussing out and flipping off the
architect. Again, except one which becomes the new scene)
Neo: Choice. Da problem be choice. Pass dat yo...
Architect hands him the joint, Neo puffs, puffs, gives.
(scene changes to the struggle between Trinity and an agent and then back again)
Architect (takes a puff): Dawg, da first math I wrote was da sh*t. It be like some ol Da Vinci sh*t. It was da bomb, and it bombed, ya heard? I gets it now, though. It bombed 'cuz humans be on da ill sh*t.
(takes another puff, hands it to Neo, who puffs and gives it back) So, I made da math from yo' history, to make it all ill and whatnot like ya'll. I couldn't get my head 'round it, dawg. So I was thinkin' on it, an' got da idea dat somebody not as fly as me could figure it out. So, somebody else got da knowledge on dat one. Dat chick be da one dat was made to figure ya'll's heads. If I'm da Math's daddy, then she be it's momma.
Neo: Dat Oracle chick?
Architect: N***a please. Whateva. So dat chick figured out dat like ya'll ya'll went wit da flow as long as ya'll thought you had a choice, even if ya only knew dat in yo' head, ya dig? So, most of ya bought dat, but it still had issues, and dat makes da one's like you pop up. Now, if I don't handle dat, da whole sh*t might come down. So dose of ya dat don't go wit da flow, if ya'll ain' t handled, will f up all da math.
Neo: Dis 'bout Zion, ain't it?
Architect: Son, yo' @$$ is here 'cuz Zion 'bout to be capped; all da peeps gon' die.
Neo: Bull****! (screens echo this sentiment)
Architect: Yeah, I knew you'd say dat sh*t. But dawg, we done capped Zion 6 times now, and we be like pros at it it.
(another jump to the Trinity/agent struggle and back)
Architect: Son, da One be dat cat dat goes back to the Source,
removin' his math from da main mth and resettin' da sh*t. You get's to pick 16 hotties and 7 dawgs to rebuild Zion. You say no, all yo' homies die and so does humanity.
Neo: You bullsh***in'. You ain't gon' die too. Da math needs us.
Architect: Son, we gon' do what we gotta do. But, is yo' @$$ ready to be da killa of da human race?
(Shows a bunch of random humans on the screens)
Architect: Son, I dig watchin' you sweat. Da otha 5 dawgs before you had similar issues and sh*t. You supposed to feel all attached and whatnot to yo' species, and dat makes you da dawg. Dem other fools, dey felt it in a general way, but you all hot and bothered offa one thing...you know, dawg, love and sh*t.
Neo: Trinity.
Architect: Yo, Son, did you know she got into da math to save yo'
sorry @$$?
Neo: No! F**k!!
Architect: Here's da point, son, where dawgs be dawgs or be little biatches. Check it: Two doors, da right one goes to da source and saves yo peeps. Da do' to da right goes to da math to yo' girl and kills off all yo' peeps. Like you said, dawg, it's about choice an' sh*t. But we know what yo' punk @$$ gon' do, don't we? I see ya buggin' out already, you gettin' all emotional and whatnot, fergettin' what's important and not seein dat yo' girl's gon' die, and ain't a damn thing you can do to stop it.
(Neo walks toward the left door)
Architect: (puffs on another joint) Hope. (coughs) Dat's good sh*t! Hope, dat's dat bullsh*t...it's da best and worst thing about ya'll.
Neo: Dawg, you better hope we don't meet again.
Architect: We won't...biatch!!
(Neo exits, gives him the finger)
Neo: Who dat is?
Architect: I be da Architect. I made da math and sh*t. I been chillin' here for 'bout a minute waitin' fo' yo' @$$. You gotsa lot of da Q's and though da math's f*ed wit' yo' head, you still human, dawg. So like, you'll get some of da knowledge I drop and some of it be ovah yo' head. Da first Q you gots might be numero uno, you probably don't get dat it don't matter none no how.
Neo: What da f**k am I doin' here, dawg?
Architect: Yo, you here because da math ain't addin' up, son. No matta how hard I do da math it don't add up, so dis anomaly keep poppin' up, that's you, son, in what should be da sweetest sh*t ever. But see, I got a plan fo' yo' @$$, too, you ain't no surprise, son...and dat's what led you here.
Neo: You ain't said nothin' but a word, dawg.
Architect: Dang, son, you faster den da other dawgs...
(screens burst out into questions mostly about "whatchu talkin' bout, Willus?")
Architect: Da Math be older dan you think, son. I like ta count from one of ya to da next, so dat makes dis da 6th go.
(screens pretty much all start calling him a liar and or attempting to figure his words out, except one…)
Neo (in one of the screens): So, dawg...dat means one o' two things...nobody done told me, or nobody knows dis sh*t. (inside this screen becomes the new scene)
Architect: Yeah, dawg, dat's da sh*t (rolls a joint). You probably startin' to wrap yo' head 'round da fact dat da sh*t is systemic, so even da easy math gets jacked up. (takes a puff)
(screens all pretty much start cussing out and flipping off the
architect. Again, except one which becomes the new scene)
Neo: Choice. Da problem be choice. Pass dat yo...
Architect hands him the joint, Neo puffs, puffs, gives.
(scene changes to the struggle between Trinity and an agent and then back again)
Architect (takes a puff): Dawg, da first math I wrote was da sh*t. It be like some ol Da Vinci sh*t. It was da bomb, and it bombed, ya heard? I gets it now, though. It bombed 'cuz humans be on da ill sh*t.
(takes another puff, hands it to Neo, who puffs and gives it back) So, I made da math from yo' history, to make it all ill and whatnot like ya'll. I couldn't get my head 'round it, dawg. So I was thinkin' on it, an' got da idea dat somebody not as fly as me could figure it out. So, somebody else got da knowledge on dat one. Dat chick be da one dat was made to figure ya'll's heads. If I'm da Math's daddy, then she be it's momma.
Neo: Dat Oracle chick?
Architect: N***a please. Whateva. So dat chick figured out dat like ya'll ya'll went wit da flow as long as ya'll thought you had a choice, even if ya only knew dat in yo' head, ya dig? So, most of ya bought dat, but it still had issues, and dat makes da one's like you pop up. Now, if I don't handle dat, da whole sh*t might come down. So dose of ya dat don't go wit da flow, if ya'll ain' t handled, will f up all da math.
Neo: Dis 'bout Zion, ain't it?
Architect: Son, yo' @$$ is here 'cuz Zion 'bout to be capped; all da peeps gon' die.
Neo: Bull****! (screens echo this sentiment)
Architect: Yeah, I knew you'd say dat sh*t. But dawg, we done capped Zion 6 times now, and we be like pros at it it.
(another jump to the Trinity/agent struggle and back)
Architect: Son, da One be dat cat dat goes back to the Source,
removin' his math from da main mth and resettin' da sh*t. You get's to pick 16 hotties and 7 dawgs to rebuild Zion. You say no, all yo' homies die and so does humanity.
Neo: You bullsh***in'. You ain't gon' die too. Da math needs us.
Architect: Son, we gon' do what we gotta do. But, is yo' @$$ ready to be da killa of da human race?
(Shows a bunch of random humans on the screens)
Architect: Son, I dig watchin' you sweat. Da otha 5 dawgs before you had similar issues and sh*t. You supposed to feel all attached and whatnot to yo' species, and dat makes you da dawg. Dem other fools, dey felt it in a general way, but you all hot and bothered offa one thing...you know, dawg, love and sh*t.
Neo: Trinity.
Architect: Yo, Son, did you know she got into da math to save yo'
sorry @$$?
Neo: No! F**k!!
Architect: Here's da point, son, where dawgs be dawgs or be little biatches. Check it: Two doors, da right one goes to da source and saves yo peeps. Da do' to da right goes to da math to yo' girl and kills off all yo' peeps. Like you said, dawg, it's about choice an' sh*t. But we know what yo' punk @$$ gon' do, don't we? I see ya buggin' out already, you gettin' all emotional and whatnot, fergettin' what's important and not seein dat yo' girl's gon' die, and ain't a damn thing you can do to stop it.
(Neo walks toward the left door)
Architect: (puffs on another joint) Hope. (coughs) Dat's good sh*t! Hope, dat's dat bullsh*t...it's da best and worst thing about ya'll.
Neo: Dawg, you better hope we don't meet again.
Architect: We won't...biatch!!
(Neo exits, gives him the finger)