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[
Ratchet runs into power lines, shocking him and causing a tremor throughout the neighborhood]
Ron Witwicky: [
crawling under a table] Earthquake! Earthquake! Judy, get under the table!
Judy Witwicky: How did you get over there so fast?
[
Outside, a dazed Ratchet staggers to his feet]
Ratchet: Wow... that was tingly! You gotta try that!
Ironhide: [
sarcastic] Yeah, that looks fun...
Ron Witwicky: [
brandishing a bat, outside his son's door] 5... 4... It's comin' off the hinges, pal. 3... 2... stand back!
[
as Ron gets ready to break the door down, Sam opens it]
Sam Witwicky: What's up?... What's with the bat?
Ron Witwicky: Who were you talking to?
Sam Witwicky: Talkin' to you!
Judy Witwicky: Why are you so sweaty and filthy?
Sam Witwicky: I'm a child. Ya know, I'm a teenager.
Judy Witwicky: They've got to get their hands off my bush!
Judy Witwicky: You hurt my dog, I'll kick your ass!
Sam Witwicky: This... I can't do it anymore. You're putting girl jewelry on a boy dog.
Judy Witwicky: What?
Sam Witwicky: He's got enough self-esteem issues being a Chihuahua, Mom.
Judy Witwicky: That's his bling.
Judy Witwicky: Please for the love of God drive safely!
[
Sam drives away with the Camaro in a massive cloud of black exhaust]
Judy Witwicky: Wow. You are so cheap.
Ron Witwicky: Well, it's his first car... supposed to be like that.
Judy Witwicky: You know, I think that if there really was some kind of... alien infestation... the Government would be the first to tell us.
Ron Witwicky: [
fondling Mojo] Yeah... I mean, this is America.
Judy Witwicky: Yeah, that's how we know we're in a free country. There's no secrets. They'd say "Hey! Duck and cover!"
Judy Witwicky: Sam, we heard you talking to someone...
Sam Witwicky: Mom, I...
[
Sam's parents fall silent and stare at Mikaela]
Mikaela: Hi, I'm Mikaela. I'm a... I'm a friend of Sam's.
[
Judy starts giggling and chucks Sam on the shoulder]
Judy Witwicky: Gosh, you're gorgeous!
[
turns to Ron]
Judy Witwicky: Isn't that the prettiest girl?
Sam Witwicky: She can hear you talking, Mom.
Judy Witwicky: [
barging into Sam's bedroom, her husband in tow] Oh, for Pete's sakes! You are so defensive! Were you... masturbating?
Ron Witwicky: Judy...
Sam Witwicky: [
frantic] Was I master... No, Mom!
Ron Witwicky: Zip it, okay?
Judy Witwicky: It's okay...
Sam Witwicky: No, I don't masturbate!
Ron Witwicky: That's not something for you to bring up.
Judy Witwicky: Okay.
Ron Witwicky: That's a father-and-son thing, okay?
Sam Witwicky: Father-son thing...
Judy Witwicky: I mean, you don't have to call it that word if that makes you uncomfortable... you can call it Sam's happy time or...
Sam Witwicky: [
amazed] Happy time?
Judy Witwicky: ...my special alone time...
Ron Witwicky: Judy, stop!
Judy Witwicky: ...with myself.
Sam Witwicky: Mom, you can't come in and...
Judy Witwicky: I'm sorry. It's just been a weird night. I've had a little bit to drink.
[
arriving at Sam's college]
Judy Witwicky: Look at this place! I feel smarter already! Can you smell that?
Ron Witwicky: Yeah, smells like $40,000 a year.
[
after Bumblebee blasts the house to destroy the kitchen bots]
Judy Witwicky: Sam, Sam, listen to me... When you go, he goes. I cannot live with a psychotic alien in my garage!
Ron Witwicky: Judy... National security. Look, if we stay quiet, they're gonna take care of everything. Just consider this the official start of our remodel, okay?
Judy Witwicky: Fine. If the government's paying, I want a pool and a hot tub! And I'm gonna skinny-dip and you can't say shit about it!
Judy Witwicky: [
to Ron] Hey, Professor, I'd do anything for an A.
Ron Witwicky: Let's go. March, young lady.
[
to his son's horror, Ron slaps his wife's derriere]
Judy Witwicky: I love it when you call me "young lady," you dirty old man.
[
goes upstairs giggling]
Ron Witwicky: You ain't seen nothing yet.
Sam Witwicky: Dad, Dad, Dad, whoa!
Ron Witwicky: What?
Sam Witwicky: I'm watching what you're doing, Dad. It's not a rap video.
Ron Witwicky: It's just like a coach thing.
Sam Witwicky: That was a really creepy move just now, Dad.
[
Soundwave tracks down the Witwickys in Paris]
Soundwave: Yeesss...
[
makes a call]
Judy Witwicky: Hello? Hello?
Soundwave: Where is the boy?
Judy Witwicky: Hello?
Soundwave: Where is the boy?
Judy Witwicky: You don't impress me with your heavy breathing, you nutcase!
[
hangs up]
Judy Witwicky: Pervert!
Judy Witwicky: [
touring Sam's college] People are sure friendly here. Some kids just gave me this bag of brownies.
Sam Witwicky: Mom, that's not a brownie! Don't take it!
Judy Witwicky: Sam, I am your mother and I can do what I want!
Judy Witwicky: Sam Witwicky, you and I are gonna have a word!
[
turns to Mikaela, who has just arrived at the house]
Judy Witwicky: Hi, Mikaela. I have a bald spot.
Ron Witwicky: Sam!
Judy Witwicky: What?
Ron Witwicky: Sam!
Sam Witwicky: Mom! Dad!
[
Rampage launches himself in front of Sam, tossing his parents around]
Sam Witwicky: Wait! WAIT!
Ron Witwicky: Sam, listen to me! I want you to run!
Sam Witwicky: Wait, wait, wai...
[
Sam hears a whistle, and catches sight of a hidden Bumblebee... ]
Sam Witwicky: Okay...
[
holds up his sock]
Rampage: Okay, this is what you want... and I know you need me, 'cause I know about the Matrix...
Ron Witwicky: [
growling] Sam Witwicky...
Judy Witwicky: Sam, just go!
Judy Witwicky: Sam, listen to your father!
Ron Witwicky: Sam, they're gonna kill us all anyway!
Sam Witwicky: Look, just come over here and take it, don't harm them... okay. BUMBLEBEE!
[
Bumblebee jumps on Rampage]
Sam Witwicky: Take 'im down, Bee!