Block 24 - Guns. Lots of guns.

[Standback]

My favorites:

Neo: I'd like a Morpheus To Go, please.
Guard: Sorry, we're out of bagels.
Neo: But your ad campaign...
Guard: False advertising. Whatcha gonna do, kill us all?

Morpheus: Morpheus says to let Morpheus go free.
Agent Smith: Heheheh. Your follow-the-leader mind tricks won't work on *me*.
Morpheus: Fine, whatever. Just don't whine about how humans stink.
Agent Smith: If you insist.
Morpheus: Ha! I didn't say "Morpheus says"!
Agent Smith: GAH! I can't believe I fell for that!

Trinity: Knock knock.
Guard: Who's there?
Trinity: A pair of heavily armed people who are about to run roughshod over everybody in the room.
Guard: Two heavily armed people who are about to run roughshod over everybody in the room who?
Trinity: Sigh. He's even more clueless than you are.
Neo: Er, thanks, I think.

I'm also somewhat fond of my own GAKKITY-GAK!-GAK!.