9:30 - I love my daughter very much. But where we are from, that is not enough. Every program that is created must have a purpose. If it does not, it is deleted. You do not understand.
- I just have never…
- … heard a program speak of love.
- It is a human emotion.
- No, it is a word. What matters is the connection the world implies.

12:20 - My wife and I must return to our world.
- Why?
- That is our karma.
- You believe in karma?
- Karma is a word, like love. A way of saying: “What I am here to do.” I do not resent my karma. I’m grateful for it.

1:48:50 - Why, Mr. Anderson? Why, why, why? Why do you do it? Why? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you’re fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom or truth? Perhaps peace? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can’t win. It’s pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson, why? Why do you persist?
- Because I choose to.
-> Pogłoski egzystencjalizmu.