Bulkhead: Sorry I'm late, guys. Did I miss anything?
Bumblebee: No, I'd say you hit just about every car in the lot.
Prowl: [trying to train Bulkhead] No, you must move like a gentle wind.
Bumblebee: Gentle wind? You'll be lucky to get him down to an omega-class solar storm!
Ratchet: Nice, Prowl. Maybe next you can try teaching an engine block to float.
Prowl: This island will be the perfect place to train you. Quiet, peaceful, and nothing around for you to smash.
Prowl: Assess the situation, choose your move, and execute with graceful precision.
[slices some falling leaves in half]
Bulkhead: Access the situation. Choose my move. Execute with graceful precision.
[knocks several trees over]
Ratchet: Don't these things ever learn?
Grimlock: Cars and trucks BAD!
Prowl: Apparently they learned to talk.
Bulkhead: Wait. I was thinking, maybe we should try luring them away from civilians first.
Optimus Prime: Good thinking, Bulkhead.
Prowl: He said "good thinking."
Bumblebee: And "Bulkhead."
Prowl: What are you doing?
Bulkhead: I'm doing what you do.
Prowl: Better idea: do what you do.
Bulkhead: [slams into Snarl and knocks him over] Excuse me.
[knocks Swoop out of the air]
Bulkhead: Sorry, my bad.
Prowl: Just because something is big and lumbering and destructive, doesn't mean you give up on it.