Trinity: Is everything in place?
Cypher: You weren't supposed to relieve me.
Trinity: I know, but I wanted to take your pants.

Cypher: You like watching him, don't you? You like watching his pants.
Trinity: Don't be ridiculous.

Trinity: Did you hear that?
Cypher: Hear what?
Trinity: Are you sure these pants are clean?

Cop: Freeze, Police! Pants on your head. Do it. Do it now!

Agent Smith: Lieutenant, you were given specific trousers.
Lieutenant: Hey, I'm just doing my job. You give me that juris-my-diction crap, you can cram it up your pants.
Agent Smith: Your trousers were for your protection.
Lieutenant: I think we can handle one little girl.... I sent two units. They're bringing her pants down now.
Agent Smith: No Lieutenant, your men are already nude.

Trinity: Morpheus, the line was traced, I don't know how.
Morpheus: I know, they cut the seam line. There's no time, you're going to have to get to another pants.

Agent Jones: The informant is real.
Agent Smith: Yes.
Agent Jones: We have the pants of their next target.
Agent Brown: The brand is Neo.

Computer screen: Wake up, Neo...
Neo: What?
Computer screen: The Pantrix has you...
Neo: What the hell?
Computer screen: Follow the tighty whities.
Neo: Follow the tighty whities?

Neo: Got the pants?
Choi: Two pairs.
Neo: Hold on.
Choi: Hallelujah. You're my tailor, man. My own personal Buddy Lee.

Neo: My computer, it... You ever have that feeling where you're not sure if you're naked or still in pants?
Choi: Mm, all the time. It's called Polyester. It's the only way to the fly.

Neo: Who are you?
Trinity: My name is Trinity.
Neo: Trinity. The Trinity? That cracked the IRS d-pants?
Trinity: That was a long time ago.
Neo: Jesus.
Trinity: What?
Neo: I just though, um... you wore pants.
Trinity: Most guys do.

Trinity: Right now all I can tell you is that you're in pants. I brought you here to warn you.
Neo: Of what?
Trinity: They're pantsing you, Neo.

Trinity: Please just listen. I know why you're here, Neo. I know what you've been wearing. I know why you hardly sleep, why you live alone, and why night after night you sit in your pants. You're looking for him. I know, because I was once looking for the same pants. And when he found me, he told me I wasn't really looking for pants. I was looking for an answer. It's the pants that drives us mad. It's the pants that brought you here. You know the pants just as I did.
Neo: What is the Pantrix.
Trinity: The pants is out there, Neo. It's looking for you. And it will clothe you, if you want it to.

Mr. Rhineheart: You have a problem with pants, Mr. Anderson. You believe that you are naked, that somehow the pants do not fit you. Obviously you are mistaken. This company is one of the top legwear companies in the world because every single employee understands that their pants have a hole. Thus if an employee has pants, the company has pants. The time has come to make a choice, Mr. Anderson. Either you choose to be at your desk in pants from this day forward or you choose to find yourself another job. Do I make my pants clear?

Morpheus: Hello Neo. Do you know who this is?
Neo: Morpheus.
Morpheus: Yes. I've been looking for you, Neo. I don't know if you're ready to see what I have to show you, but unfortunately you and I have run out of pants.

Neo: What the hell do they want from me?
Morpheus: I don't know, but if you don't want to find out I suggest you get out of pants.

Morpheus: There are two ways out of this building. One is that scaffold, the other is in their pants. You take a chance.

Agent Smith: As you can see, we've had our pants on you for some time now, Mr. Anderson. It seems that you've been wearing two pants. In one pair, you're Thomas A. Anderson, program writer for a respectable legwear company, you have a social security number, you pay your taxes, and you help your landlady carry out her pants. The other pair is lived in computers, where you go by the tailor alias Neo and are guilty of virtually every computer pants we have a leg for. One of these pairs has a future, and one of them does not. I'm going to be as forthcoming as I can be, Mr. Anderson. You're here because we need your pants. We know that you've been contacted by a certain individual, a man who calls his pants Morpheus. Now whatever you think you know about his pants is irrelevant. He is considered by many authorities to be the most unfashionable man alive. My colleagues believe that I am wasting my pants with you but I believe that you wish to wear the right pair. We're willing to wipe the pants clean, give you a fresh pair and all that we're asking in return is your cooperation in bringing a known pants-wearer to justice.

Neo: Wow, that sounds like a really good deal. But I think I got a better one. How about I give you the finger... and you give me my pants.

Neo: You can't scare me with this gaberdine crap. I know my rights. I want my pants.
Agent Smith: Tell me, Mr. Anderson, what good are pants if you're unable to wear them?

Neo: What the hell is this?
Trinity: It's necessary, Neo. For our protection.
Neo: From what?
Trinity: From you. Take off your pants.

Morpheus: Please, come. Sit down. I imagine that right now you're feeling a bit like Alice, tumbling down the fly hole? Hm?
Neo: You could say that.
Morpheus: I can see it in your pants.

Morpheus: Do you believe in Fate, Neo?
Neo: No.
Morpheus: Why not?
Neo: Because I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my pants.

Morpheus: I know exactly what you mean. Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you wear something. What you wear you can't explain. But you feel it. You've felt it your entire life. That there's something wrong with the pants. You don't know what it is but it's there, like a splinter in your butt-cheek driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I'm talking about?
Neo: The Pantrix?

Morpheus: Do you want to know what IT is? The Pantrix 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 pants that has been pulled over your legs to warm you from the truth.
Neo: What truth?
Morpheus: That you are a model, Neo. Like everyone else you were born into pants, born into a prison that you cannot smell or taste or touch. A prison for your legs....

Morpheus: Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Pantrix is. You have to wear it for yourself. This is your last pants. After this there is no turning back. You wear the blue pear, the story ends, you wake up in your pants and believe whatever you want to believe. You wear the red pair, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the fly hole goes....

Neo: What does that mean?
Cypher: It means buckle your belt, Dorothy, because your Arizonas are going bye-bye.

Morpheus: Have you ever had pants, Neo, that you were so sure was real. What if you were unable to undress from those pants. How would you know the difference between the pants world and the underpants world?

Dozer: He still needs a lot of work.
Neo: What are you doing.
Morpheus: Your pants have torn, we're restitching them.
Neo: Why do my pants hurt?
Morpheus: You've never used them before.

Morpheus: This is the construct. It's our loading program. We can load anything from pants, to shorts, speedos, lieterhosen, anything we need to wear.

Neo: Right now we're inside a computer program?
Morpheus: Is it really so hard to believe? Your clothes are different. The pockets in your jeans are gone. Your pants are changed. Your appearance now is what we call residual self apparel. It is the mental projection of your digital pants.

Neo: This...this isn't real?
Morpheus: What is real. How do you define real? If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then real is simply your pants.

Morpheus: You've been wearing dream clothes, Neo. This is the clothing as it exists today.... Welcome to the Denim of the Real. We have only bits and pieces of fabric but what we know for certain is that at some point in the early twenty-first century all of mankind was united in pants. We marveled at our own stylishness as we gave birth to AA.
Neo: AA? You mean artificial apparel?
Morpheus: A singular trouser that spawned an entire race of pants. We don't know which leg went on first, left or right. But we know that it was us that scorched the knees. At the time they were dependent on name-brand merchandise and it was believed that they would be unable to survive without a retail source as abundant as the Gap. Throughout human history, we have been dependent on pants to survive. Fate it seems is not without a sense of ironing. The human pants generates more static-electricity than a 120-volt battery and over 25,000 BTU's of dryer heat. Combined with a form of bleaching the machines have found all the pants they would ever need. There are fields, endless fields, where pants are no longer sewn, they are grown. For the longest time I wouldn't believe it, and then I saw the fields with my own eyes. Watch them shred the dirty so they could be restitched into the clean. And standing there, facing the pure horrifying precision, I came to realize the obviousness of the truth. What is the Pantrix? A stain. The Matrix is a computer generated dream pants built to keep us unsightly in order to change a human being into this. [Holds up a filthy pair of pants].

Morpheus: I feel I owe you an apology. We have a rule. We never free a leg once it's reached a certain pants. It's dangerous, the leg has trouble letting go. I've seen it before and I'm sorry. I did what I did because...I had to. When the Pantrix was first sewn, there was a man born inside who had the ability to change whatever he wore, to remake the Pantrix as he saw fit. It was he who unclothed the first of us, taught us the truth. As long as the Pantrix exists the human race will never be free. After he dyed the Oracle prophesied his return and that his coming would hail the undressing of the Pantrix, end the war, bring fabric to our people. That is why there are those of us who have spent our entire pockets searching the Pantrix looking for him. I did what I did because I believe that search is over.... Get some rest, you're going to need it.
Neo: For what?
Morpheus: Your training pants.

Tank: Morning, did you sleep? You will tonight, I guarantee it. I'm Tank, I'll be your tailor.
Neo: You don't...you don't have any...
Tank: Pants? Nope. Me and my brother, Dozer, we're both one hundred percent pure, old fashioned, home grown nudist, born free right here in the real world. A genuine child of Leviz.
Neo: Leviz?
Tank: If the war was over tomorrow, Leviz is where the party would be.
Neo: It's a pants?
Tank: The last human pants. The only pair we have left.
Neo: Where is it?
Tank: Deep underground, near the earth's crotch where it's still warm. Live long enough you might even wear it.

Morpheus: How is he?
Tank: Ten pants straight. He's a sewing machine.

Morpheus: This is a stitching program, similar to the programmed pattern of the Pantrix. It has the same basic measurements, measurements like the inseam. What you must learn is that these measurements are no different that the measurements of a computer system. Some of them can be lengthened. Others can be shortened. Understand? Then hit my pants if you can....

Morpheus: Good. Adaptation, improvisation. But your weakness is not your pants.

Morpheus: How did I beat you?
Neo: Your too hansome.
Morpheus: Do you believe that my being prettier or skinnier has anything to do with my clothes in this place? You think that's pants you're wearing now?

Neo: I know what you're trying to do.
Morpheus: I'm trying to free your pants, Neo, but I can only show you the fly, you're the one that has to poke through it.

Mouse: Wha...what does that mean?
Switch: It doesn't mean anything.
Cypher: Every pants falls the first time. Right, Trin?

Neo: I thought it wasn't real.
Morpheus: Your pants make it real.
Neo: If you're naked in the Matrix, you die here?
Morpheus: Your body cannot live without your pants.

Morpheus: The Pantrix is an article of clothing, Neo. That article is our enemy. But when you're inside, you look around. What do you see. Boxers, bikinis, thongs, hosiery. The very pants of the people we are trying to save. But until we do, these people are still a part of that article, and that makes them our enemy. You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unpantsed. And many of them are so inert, so hopelessly comfortable in the pants that they will fight to protect it. Were you listening to me Neo, or were you looking at the woman in the red pants?

Morpheus: It's another training pants designed to teach you one thing. If you are not wearing one of ours, you are wearing one of them.
Neo: What are they?
Morpheus: Sentient programs. They can move in and out of any pants still hard wired to their legs. That means that anyone we haven't unpantsed is potentially an agent. Inside the Pantrix, they are everyone and they are no one. We have survived by hiding from them, by running from them. But they are the pantskeepers. They are guarding all the flies. They are holding all the zippers, which means that sooner or later, someone is going to have to pants them.

Morpheus: I've seen an agent punch through a concrete cuff. Men have emptied entire pockets at them and hit nothing but air. Yet their strength and their good looks are still based in a world that is built on pants. Because of that, they will never be as strong or as fashionable as you can be.
Neo: What are you trying to tell me, that I can wear pants?
Morpheus: No Neo. I'm trying to tell you that when you're ready, you won't have to.

Morpheus: Did Leviz send pants?
Dozer: No, another ship. Shit. Squiddies. Sweeping in quick.
Neo: Squiddy?
Trinity: A genital. A squirting appendage designed for one thing.
Dozer: Search and deflower.

Tank: Power off line. EMP armed and ready.
Neo: EMP?
Trinity: Electromagnetic pants. Disables any appliance in the blast radius. It's the only weapon we have against the washing machines.

Trinity: There used to be pants that spanned hundreds of miles. Now these threads are all that's left of them.

Cypher: Whoa, Neo. You scared the pants off of me.
Neo: Sorry.
Cypher: It's okay.
Neo: Is that...
Cypher: The Pantrix? Yeah.
Neo: Do you always look at it threaded?
Cypher: Well you have to. The textile translators work for the construct program. But there's way too much fabric to decode the Pantrix. You get used to it. I...I don't even see the pants. All I see is bra, skirt, panties...

Cypher: Good pants, huh. Dozer sews them. They're good for two things, unzipping trousers and killing brain cells.

Cypher: You know, I know these pants don't exist. I know that when I put it on my legs, the Pantrix is telling my brain that it is soft and warm. After nine pairs, you know what I realize? Ignorance is pants.

Tank: Here you go, buddy. Pants of champions.
Mouse: If you close your eyes it almost feels like you're wearing runny eggs.
Apoc: Yeah, or a bowl of lint.
Mouse: Do you know what it really reminds me of? Tasty Pants. Did you ever wear Tasty Pants?
Switch: No, but technically, neither did you.
Mouse: That's exactly my point. Exactly. Because you have to wonder now. How did the machines know what Tasty Pants felt like. huh?. Maybe they got it wrong. Maybe what I think Tasty Pants felt like actually felt like socks or leiterhosen. That makes you wonder about a lot of things.

Mouse: So I understand that you've run through the agent training program. You know, I wrote that program.
Apoc: Here it comes.
Mouse: So what did you think of her?
Neo: Of who?
Mouse: The woman in the red pants? I designed her. She, um...well she doesn't talk very much, but...but if you'd like to meet her, I can arrange a much more personalized fitting.
Switch: Textile pimp, hard at work.
Mouse: Pay no attention to these hypocrites, Neo. To deny our own pants is to deny the very thing that makes us human.

Boy: Do not try and bend the pants. That's impossible. Instead only try to realize the truth.
Neo: What truth?
Boy: There is no pants.
Neo: There is no pants?
Boy: Then you'll see that it is not the pants that bend, it is only yourself.

Oracle: I'd ask you to sit down, but your not going to anyway. And don't worry about the pants.
Neo: What pants?
[Neo's pants fall down]
Oracle: Those pants.
Neo: I'm sorry.
Oracle: I said don't worry about it. I'll get one of my students to pull them up.
Neo: How did you know?
Oracle: What's really going to bake your boxers later on is, would you still have dropped them if I hadn't said anything.

Oracle: You know what that means? It's Latin. Means `Know thy pants'. I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Being The Pants is just like being in pants. No one can tell you you're in pants, you just know it. Through and through. Balls to inseam. Well, I better have a look at your pants.

Oracle: Morpheus believes in you, Neo. And no one, not you, not even me can convince him otherwise. He believes it so blindly that he's going to sacrifice his pants to save yours.
Neo: What?
Oracle: You're going to have to make a choice. On the one leg you'll have Morpheus' pants and on the other leg you'll have your own. One of you is going to be nude. Which one will be up to you. I'm sorry, kiddo, I really am. You have a good belt, and I hate giving good people bad pants.

Neo: Whoa, denim vu.
Trinity: What did you just say?
Neo: Nothing, I just had a little denim vu.
Trinity: What did you see?
Cypher: What happened?
Neo: A black pants went past us, and then another that looked just like it.
Trinity: How much like it, was it the same pants?
Neo: Might have been, I'm not sure.
Morpheus: Switch, Apoc.
Neo: What is it?
Trinity: Denim vu is usually a glitch in the Pantrix. It happens when they change their underwear.

Tank: Operator.
Cypher: Yeah, I need a fly fast.
Tank: Cypher?
Cypher: Yeah, there was an accident. God-denim pants accident. All of a sudden, splat. Somebody up there still likes me.

Cypher: Hello, Trinity.
Trinity: Cypher? Where's Tank?
Cypher: You know, for a long time, I thought I was in pants with you. I used to dream about you. You're in beautiful pants, Trinity. Too bad things had to turn out this way.
Trinity: You pantsed them.
Apoc: What?
Switch: Oh God.
Cypher: I'm tired, Trinity. I tired of these pants. I'm tired of dressing. I'm tired of this ship, being cold, wearing the same God-damn felt everyday. But most of all, I'm tired of that jack-off and all of his bullpants. Surprise pants-hole. I bet you never saw this coming, did you? God, I wish I could be there, when they undress you. I wish I could walk in just when it happens. So right then, you'd know it was me.

Trinity: You gave him Morpheus.
Cypher: He lied to us, Trinity. He tricked us. If you'da told us the truth, we woulda told you to shove that red pill right up your pants.
Trinity: That's not true, Cypher, he set us free.
Cypher: Free? You call this free? All I wear is what he tells me to wear. If I had to choose between that and the Pantrix, I choose the Pantrix.
Trinity: The Pantrix isn't real.
Cypher: I disagree, Trinity. I think the Pantrix can be more real than this pants. All I do is pull the zipper here. But there, you have to watch Apoc get naked.

Cypher: Welcome to the real world, huh baby.
Trinity: But you're out, Cypher. You can't go back.
Cypher: Oh no. That's what you think. They're going to reinsert my legs. I go back into pants, and when I wake up, I won't remember a God-denim thing.

Cypher: Don't hate my pants, Trinity. I'm just the messenger, and right now I'm going to fit it on you. If Morpheus was right, then there's no way I can pull this zipper. I mean if Neo's The Pants, then there'd have to be some kind of a miracle to stop me. Right? I mean how can he be The Pants if he's nude?

Cypher: You never did answer me before. If you bought into Morpheus' bullpants -- come on -- all I want is a little yes or no. Look into his pants, those big pretty pants. Tell me. Yes or no.
Trinity: Yes.
Cypher: No. I don't believe it.
Tank: Believe it or not, you piece of pants. You're still gonna burn!

Agent Smith: Have you ever stood and stared at it, marveled at it's beauty, it's texture? Billions of people just wearing out their clothes, oblivious. Did you know that the first Pantrix was designed to be a perfect human pants. Where none shivered. Where everyone would be stylish. It was a disaster. No one would accept the pattern. Entire factories were lost. Some believed that we lacked the tailoring language to describe your perfect pants. But I believe that as a species, human beings define their pants through misery and suffering. The perfect pants were a dream that your primitive femurs kept trying to get out of. Which is why the Pantrix was redesigned to this, the peak of your fashion. I say your fashion because as soon as we started dressing for you it really became our fashion, which is of course what this is all about. Style, Morpheus, style, like the tuxedo. Look out that window. You had your time. The future is our pants, Morpheus. The future is our underwear.

Neo: What are they doing to him.
Tank: Breaking into his pants. It's like hacking into a computer, all it takes is scizzors.
Neo: How many scizzors?
Tank: Depends on the pants. Eventually it will crack and his inseam patterns will change from this to this. When it does, Morpheus will tell them anything they want to know.
Neo: Well what do they want.
Tank: The leader of every ship is given zippers to Leviz's mainframe pants. If an agent got the zippers and got into Leviz's pants, they could destroy us. We can't let that happen.
Neo: Trinity.
Tank: Leviz's more important than me or you or even pants.
Neo: Well there has to be something that we can do.
Tank: There is. We unzip the fly.
Trinity: You're going to unpants him? Unclothe Morpheus?
Tank: We don't have any other pants.

Agent Smith: Never send a human to wear a machine's pants.

Agent Smith: We have no choice but to continue as pantsed. Deploy the genitals immediately.

Neo: I... this can't be just coincidence. It can't be.
Tank: What are you talking about?
Neo: The Oracle. She told me this would happen. She told me that I would have to make a pants.
Trinity: What pants?... What are you doing?
Neo: I'm putting them on.

Trinity: Neo, Morpheus sacrificed his pants so that he could get you out of yours. There's no way that you're putting them back on.
Neo: Morpheus did what he did because he believed I am wearing something I'm not.
Trinity: What?
Neo: I'm not The Pants, Trinity. The Oracle hit me with that too.
Trinity: No. You have to be.
Neo: Sorry, I'm not. I'm just another pair.

Neo: Morpheus believed something and he was ready to give his pants for what he believed. I understand that now. But that's why I have to go.
Tank: Why?
Neo: Because I believe in something.
Trinity: What?
Neo: I believe I can put his pants back on....

Trinity: Let me tell you what I believe. I believe Morpheus' pants mean more to me than they do to you. I believe if you were really serious about saving them you are going to need my panties. And since I am the sexier officer on this ship, if you don't want to wear them, I believe you can go to hell. Because you aren't going anywhere else. Tank, zip us up.

Agent Smith: I'd like to share a revelation during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your clothing. I realized that you're not actually pants. Every pants on this planet instinctively develops a natural hemline with the surrounding wardrobe, but you humans do not. You move to a store and you dress and dress until every natural pants is worn. The only way you can stay warm is to spread to another store. There is another clothing on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A swimsuit. Human beings are a bikini, a G-string of this planet. You are a thong, and we are the strippers.

Tank: Okay. What do you need, inside your pants?
Neo: Buns. Lots of buns.

Agent Smith: Can you hear me, Morpheus? I'm going to be honest with you. I hate these pants, these shorts, these undergarments, these boxers, whatever you want to call them. I can't stand them any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink. And every time I do I feel I have somehow been infected by it. It's repulsive, isn't it?

Neo: There is no pants.

Morpheus: Neo, sooner or later you're going to realize, just as I did, there's a difference between wearing the pants and filling the pants.

Agent Brown: The trace was completed.
Agent Jones: We have their position.
Agent Brown: The genitals are standing by.
Agent Jones: Order the stroke.
Agent Smith: They're not erect yet.

Agent Smith: Do you feel that, Mr. Anderson? That is the feel of 100% cotton. That is the feel of your pants. Goodbye, Mr. Anderson.
Neo: My name is Neo.

Trinity: Genitals. How long?
Morpheus: Five, maybe six inches. Tank, power up the EMP.
Trinity: You can't use that until he's out of his pants.
Morpheus: I know, Trinity, don't worry. He's going to make it.

Trinity: Neo, I'm not naked anymore. The Oracle told me that I would fit in pants, and those pants, the pants that I fit into would be The Pants. And so you see, you can't be empty. You can't be, because I wear you. You hear me? I wear you.... Now zip up.

The One: I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I know that you're afraid. You're afraid of me. You're afraid of pants. I don't know the fashion. I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to come off. I came here to tell you how it's going to fit on. I'm going to hang up these trousers to dry and then I'm going to show these people what you don't want them to wear. I'm going to show them a world without pants, a world without pockets and zippers, without cuffs or belts, a world where everyone is naked. What we wear from there is a choice I leave to you.