Joined: Apr 16,
Julianno DiGeorgio: You have a problem with
authority, Mr. Giovanni. You believe that you are special,
the rules do not apply to you. Obviously you
are mistaken. This pizzeria is one of the top italian
the world because every single chef
understands that they are part of a whole. Thus if a chef has
problem, the company has a problem. The time has come to
make a choice, Mr. Giovanni. Either you choose to be
your oven on time from this day forward or you choose to
find yourself another job. Do I make myself clear?
Yes, Mr. DiGeorgio, perfectly clear.
FedEx Man: Paulino
Neo: Yeah, that's me.
FedEx Man: Just sign
here.. Ok, great. Have a nice day.
Hello Neo. Do you know who this is?
Morpheus: Yes. I've been looking for you, Neo. I
don't know if you're ready to eat what I want you to,
unfortunately you and I have run out of time. They're
coming for you, Neo, and I don't know what they're going
Neo: Who's coming for me?
Morpheus: Stand up
and see for yourself.
Neo: What, right now?
Yes, now. Do it slowly. The front door.
Neo: What the hell do they want from
Morpheus: I don't know, but if you don't want to find
out I suggest you get out of there.
I can guide you but you must do exactly as I say.
Morpheus: The oven across from you is empty.
What if they...
Morpheus: Go, now... Stay in front of it
for just a moment. When I tell you, go to the end of the row,
to the restroom at the
end of the hall. Stay as low as you
can... Go, now... Good. Now, outside there is a
Neo: How do you know all this?
don't have time, Neo. To your left there's a window. Go to
it... Open it. You can use the ladder
to get to the
Neo: Nessun senso. Nessun senso. This is
Morpheus: There are two ways out of this building.
One is that ladder, the other is in their delivery van. You
a chance either way. I leave it to you.
is insane. Why is this happening to me? What did I do? I'm
nobody.... Mama mia.... I can't do
Agent Smith: As you can see,
we've had our eye on you for some time now, Mr. Giovanni. It
seems that you've been
living two lives. In one life,
you're Paulino F. Giovanni, pizza chef for a respectable
italian restaurant, you
have a social security number, you
pay your taxes, and you help your landlady cook pizzas for
dinner. The other
life is lived in front of ovens, where
you go by the chef alias Neo and are guilty of virtually every
we have a law for. One of these lives has a
future, and one of them does not. I'm going to be as
forthcoming as I
can be, Mr. Giovanni. You're here because
we need your help. We know that you've been contacted by a
individual, a man who calls himself Morpheus. Now
whatever you think you know about this man is irrelevant. He
considered by many authorities to be the most skilled
chef alive. My colleagues believe that I am wasting my
with you but I believe that you wish to do the right thing.
We're willing to wipe the oven clean, give you
slice and all that we're asking in return is your cooperation
in bringing a known terrorist to justice.
Neo: Yeah. Wow,
that sounds like a really good deal. But I think I got a
better one. How about I give you six
bucks... and you give
me the whole pie.
Agent Smith: Um, Mr. Giovanni. You
Neo: You can't scare me with this Polizia
crap. I know my rights. I want my pie.
Agent Smith: And
tell me, Mr. Giovanni, what good is a pizza pie if you're
unable to eat?... You're going to
help us, Mr. Giovanni,
whether you want to or not.
Morpheus: This line is tapped, so I must be
brief. They got to you first, but they've underestimated
important you are. If they knew what I know, you'd
probably be full.
Neo: What are you talking about. What...
what is happening to my pizza?
Morpheus: You are Papa John,
Neo. You see, you may have spent the last few years looking
for my pizza, but I've spent my
entire life looking for
yours. Now do you still want to meet?
Morpheus: Then go to the Adams street
Trinity: Get in.
Neo: What the
hell is this?
Trinity: It's necessary, Neo. For our
Neo: From what.
Trinity: From your toppings.
Switch: Take off your apron.
the car. Listen to me, pepperoncini. We don't have time for
twenty questions. Right now there's only
one rule, our way
or the highway.
Trinity: Please, Neo. You
have to trust me.
Trinity: Because you have
been down there, Neo. You know that road. You know exactly
where it ends. And I know
that's not where you want to
deliver to... Apoc, lights. Lie back, lift up your
Neo: What is that thing?
Trinity: We think you've
been given some bad pepperoni... Try and relax... Come on.
Switch: It's on the move.
Switch: You're going to lose it.
Trinity: No I'm
Neo: Mama Mia! That thing's real?