[Bumblebee approaches Sam and Mikaela]
Mikaela: What is it?
Sam Witwicky: It's a robot. You know, like a super advanced robot. It's probably Japanese. Yeah, it's definitely Japanese.
[He slowly walks towards Bumblebee]
Mikaela: [alarmed] What are you doing?
Sam Witwicky: I don't think it wants to
hurt us. He would've done that already.
Mikaela: Really? Well, do you speak robot? Because they just had, like, a giant droid death match!
Captain Lennox: [points a gun at Simmons] Take him to his car!
[a standoff ensues between the Special Forces and Sector 7]
Tom Banachek: Whoa whoa whoa...
Agent Simmons: Drop your weapon, solider. There's an alien war going on and you're gonna shot me?
Captain Lennox: You know, we didn't ask to be here.
Agent Simmons: I'm ordering you under S-Seven executive jurisdiction...
USAF Tech Sergeant Epps: S-7 don't exist!
Captain Lennox: Right, and we don't take orders from people that don't exist.
Agent Simmons: I'm gonna count to five, okay...
Captain Lennox: Well, I'm gonna count to
three.
[cocks his gun]
Sam Witwicky: [after the Autobots have ripped the top off the car] You A-holes are in trouble now. Gentlemen, I want to introduce you to my friend, Optimus Prime.
Optimus Prime: Taking the children was a BAD move! Autobots, relieve them of their weapons!
Agent Simmons: Last night at the station, you told the officer your car transformed. Enlighten me.
Sam Witwicky: Well, here's what I said, okay? 'Cause this is a total misunderstanding that my car had been stolen...
Agent Simmons: Really?
Sam Witwicky: ...from me, from my home, but it's fine now because it's
back! It came back!
Mikaela: Well, not by itself.
Sam Witwicky: Well, no.
Mikaela: Because cars don't do that because that would be crazy.
[everyone laughs]
Agent Simmons: So what do you kids know about aliens, huh?
[laughing stops]
Optimus Prime: Are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendent of Archibald Witwicky?
Mikaela: They know your name!
Sam Witwicky: Yeah.
Optimus Prime: My name is Optimus Prime. We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron.
Ratchet: But you can call us "Autobots", for short.
Bobby Bolivia: [about the Camaro] I'll let you have it for $5,000.
Ron Witwicky: No, I'm not going above $4,000.
Bobby Bolivia: The door just closed.
[turns to Sam]
Bobby Bolivia: Get out of the car.
Sam Witwicky: Wait a minute? I thought you said "the car chooses its owner.",
Bobby Bolivia: Yeah, well sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father!
Sam Witwicky: [begging his teacher to give him an "A"] Look, can you do me a favor-can you look out the window for a second? See my father? He's the guy in the green car? Let me tell you about a dream, a boy's dream, and a man's promise to that boy. He looked him in the eye and said "Son, I' gonna buy you a car, but I want you to bring me two-thousand dollars and three A's." OK, I
got the two thousand and two A's. OK, here's the dream. Your B minus? Pfff! Dream gone. Kaput. Sir, just ask yourself... What would Jesus do?
Sam Witwicky: Where's my car?
Tom Banachek: Son, listen to me very carefully. People could die here. We need to know everything you know, and we need to know it right now.
Sam Witwicky: Okay... But first I'll take my car, my parents - maybe you should write that down. Oh, and her juvie record. That's gotta be gone. Like, forever.
Tom Banachek: [exhales] Come with me. We'll talk about your car.
Mikaela: [to Sam] Thank you.
Sam Witwicky: Sure.
Agent Simmons: [deep sigh] The man's an extortionist.
Mikaela: [after Sam has tripped on his mother's bike] That was, uh... that was really awesome.
Sam Witwicky: Felt awesome.
Mikaela: Are you okay?
Sam Witwicky: No, I'm not okay alright? I'm losin' my mind a little bit. Gettin' chased by my car right now, gotta go!
Bumblebee: [fully repaired] Permission to speak, sir?
Optimus Prime: Permission granted, old friend.
Sam Witwicky: You speak now?
Bumblebee: I wish to stay with the boy.
Optimus Prime: If that is his choice.
Sam Witwicky: Yes.