Hisspurr Anderson

Agent Smith:
As you can see, we've had our eye on you for some time now, Mr. Anderson. It seems that you've been living two lives (opposed to my nine). In one life, you're Thomas A. Anderson, program writer for a respectable software company, you have a social security number, you pay your taxes, and you help your landlady carry out her garbage. The other life is with vermin, where you go by the alias Neo and are guilty of virtually every crime we have a law for. One of these nine lives 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 help. We know that you've been contacted by a certain individual, a man who calls himself Mouseus. Now whatever you think you know about this man is irrelevant. He is considered by many authorities to be the most dangerous man alive. My colleagues believe that I am wasting my time with you but I believe that you wish to do the right thing. We're willing to wipe the cat box clean, give you a fresh start (with Fresh Step) and all that we're asking in return is your cooperation in bringing a known rodent to justice.

Neo:
Yeah. Wow, that sound like a really good deal. But I think I got a better one. How about I give catnip ... and you give me my phone call.

Agent Smith:
Um, Mr. Anderson. You disappoint me.

Neo:
You can't scare me with this Gato crap. I know my rights. I want my phone call.

Agent Smith:
Tell me, Mr. Anderson, what good is a phone call if you're unable to speak.... You're going to help us, Mr. Anderson whether you want to or not.

Cat's got his tongue...