Rafael 'Raf' Esquivel: So if you guys are robots, who made you?
Ratchet: Pfff! Puh-lease!
Optimus Prime: We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron. Also known as Autobots.
Jack Darby: Why are you here?
Optimus Prime: To protect your planet from the Decepticons.
[after the Eradicon drones knock Cliffjumper down, knocking one of his horns off]
Cliffjumper: You want the horns?
[whips out his cannons]
Cliffjumper: You've got 'em!
Cliffjumper: 'Scream. Been a while.
[coughs up "oil"]
Cliffjumper: So. Where's your master?
Starscream: Never mind him! I am my own master.
[Starscream thrusts his blade-like fingers into Cliffjumper's chest, causing him great pain]
Starscream: Any more questions?
["Oil" starts leaking out of Cliffjumper's wound, and he lifelessly falls to the floor]
Starscream: [to the drones] Clean that up.
Ratchet: Optimus, helping humans will only result in more tragedy.
Optimus Prime: Your opinion is noted.
Arcee: Relax. I just want to talk to you.
Jack Darby: Don't you mean you and your new friend?
Arcee: Kid, there's a lot you don't understand.
[Arcee's holographic driver disappears]
Jack Darby: Look, I get it, I get it. The first rule of Robot Fight Club is that you don't talk about Robot Fight Club.
[Bumblebee and Arcee bring in the three kids]
Ratchet: I thought there were two.
Arcee: Haven't you heard? Humans multiply.
Miko Nakadai: I'm Miko. Who are you?
Miko Nakadai: Are you a car? I bet you're a truck - a monster truck! Do you like heavy metal? How much do you weigh? Ever use a wrecking ball for a punching bag?
[Bulkhead looks confused]
Cliffjumper: So there I am on a lookout, when out of nowhere these high beams lit up my rear view. And then it hits me... I'm illegally parked.
Arcee: Another parking ticket?
Cliffjumper: Better... The boot!
Arcee: Big metal tire clamp, impossible to remove.
Cliffjumper: Bingo! So the local Po-lice do their thing, and I let them get all the way down the block. That's when I kick off my new shiny shoe, and BANG!
Arcee: New York's finest soil themselves.
Cliffjumper: You know me, Arcee. you mess with Cliffjumper...
Arcee: And you get the horns.