The Architect Quotes in The Matrix Reloaded (2003)

The Architect: You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed. Its every living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence eradicated.

Neo: Bullshit.

[the monitors respond the same]

The Architect: Denial is the most predictable of all human responses. But, rest assured, this will be the sixth time we have destroyed it, and we have become exceedingly efficient at it.

The Architect: Humph. Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.

The Architect: Hello, Neo.

Neo: Who are you?

The Architect: I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. I've been waiting for you. You have many questions, and although the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo, some of my answers you will understand, and some of them you will not. Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize it is also the most irrelevant.

Neo: If I were you, I would hope we don't meet again.

The Architect: We won't.

The Architect: There are two doors. The door to your right leads to the Source and the salvation of Zion. The door to your left leads back to the Matrix, to her... and to the end of your species. As you adequately put, the problem is choice. But we already know what you are going to do, don't we? Already I can see the chain reaction: the chemical precursors that signal the onset of an emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic and reason. An emotion that is already blinding you to the simple and obvious truth: she is going to die and there is nothing you can do to stop it.

The Architect: The function of the One is now to return to the source, allowing a temporary dissemination of the code you carry, reinserting the prime program. After which you will be required to select from the matrix 23 individuals, 16 female, 7 male, to rebuild Zion. Failure to comply with this process will result in a cataclysmic system crash killing everyone connected to the matrix, which coupled with the extermination of Zion will ultimately result in the extinction of the entire human race.

Neo: You won't let it happen, you can't. You need human beings to survive.

The Architect: There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept.

The Architect: As I was saying, she stumbled upon a solution whereby nearly ninety-nine percent of the test subjects accepted the program provided they were given a choice - even if they were only aware of it at a near-unconscious level. While this solution worked, it was fundamentally flawed, creating the otherwise contradictory systemic anomaly, that, if left unchecked, might threaten the system itself. Ergo, those who refused the program, while a minority, would constitute an escalating probability of disaster.

Neo: This is about Zion.

Neo: Why am I here?

The Architect: Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden assiduously avoided, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you, inexorably, here.

Neo: You haven't answered my question.

The Architect: Quite right. Interesting. That was quicker than the others.

The Architect: The first matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect. It was a work of art. Flawless. Sublime. A triumph only equaled by its monumental failure.

The Architect: There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept. However, the relevant issue is whether or not you are ready to accept the responsibility for the death of every human being in this world.

The Architect: As you were undoubtedly gathering, the anomaly is systemic, creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.

Neo: [All from the monitors] You can't control me! I'll smash you to fucking bits! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD! FUCK YOU! I'll fucking kill you! I can say whatever I want! You can't make me do that! You old, white, prick!

The Architect: It is interesting reading your reactions. Your five predecessors were, by design, based on a similar predication: a contingent affirmation that was meant to create a profound attachment to the rest of your species, facilitating the function of the One. While the others experienced this in a general way, your experience is far more specific. Vis-à-vis: love.

Neo: Trinity.

[the monitors show images of Trinity]

The Architect: Apropos, she entered the Matrix to save your life at the cost of her own.

Neo: No...

The Architect: Which brings us at last to the moment of truth, wherein the fundamental flaw is ultimately expressed, and the Anomaly revealed as both beginning... and end.

The Architect: If I am the father of the Matrix, she would undoubtedly be its mother.

Neo: The Oracle.

The Architect: [condescending] Please.

The Oracle: What about the others?

The Architect: ...What others?

The Oracle: The ones that want out.

The Architect: Obviously they will be freed.

The Oracle: I have your word?

The Architect: What do you think I am? Human?

The Architect: You played a very dangerous game.

The Oracle: Change always is.

The Architect: We loved our daughter very much, but she was evil. Made the horses crazy. Killed our puppies. Hid the remote. Really sick shit. My wife took her to the old family farm and drowned her in the well. I felt a simple time-out would have been sufficient.

The Architect: I can't help it. It's very lonely in here. Ergo, I haven't been with anyone in a very long time, not counting myself. Or this chair. I call her... Linda.

[re: the killer video]

Cindy: And it's been circulating and killing ever since.

The Architect: Just like Pootie Tang.

The Architect: The answer is simple. You are the eventuality of an anomaly. You are inexorably seeking a sedulant probability.

Cindy: Sedulant? I uh...

The Architect: [flipping through a thesaurus] Grotesquery?... No?... What about, contingent affirmation?... That's gotta mean somethin...

The Nurse: Leave her... come back to Montana with me.

The Architect: I could no sooner run away from her than myself.

The Nurse: I'm not asking you to run, I'm asking you to face reality!

The Architect: Whose reality, yours or mine?

The Nurse: My reality AND yours, that's whose!

The Architect: What are you saying?

The Nurse: Leave her! Come back to Montana with me!

The Architect: I could no more run away from her than I could run away from myself!

The Nurse: I'm not asking you to run, I'm asking you to face reality!

The Architect: Whose reality, yours or mine?

The Nurse: MY reality AND yours, that's whose!

The Architect: What are you saying?

The Architect: I tell you this building is unsafe!

[knocks his desk and the ceiling falls over his head]

The Architect: I confess, I do love telling a good scary story...