Ironhide: Why are we fighting to save the humans? They're a primitive, violent race.
Optimus Prime: Were we so different? They're a young species. They have much to learn. But I've seen goodness in them. Freedom is the right of all sentient beings. You all know there's only one way to end this war. We must destroy the cube. If all else fails, I will unite it with the spark in my chest.
Ratchett: That's suicide. The cube is raw power. It could destroy you both.
Optimus Prime: A necessary sacrifice to bring peace to this planet. We cannot let the humans pay for our mistakes. It's been an honor serving with you all. Autobots, ROLL OUT!
Jazz: WE ROLLIN'!
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Ironhide: You feelin' lucky, punk?
[pointing his guns at Sam]
Optimus Prime: Easy, Ironhide.
Ironhide: [stops pointing his guns at Sam] Just kidding. Just wanted to show him my cannons.
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Mikaela: You know what I don't understand?
Sam Witwicky: Hmm?
Mikaela: Why, if he's supposed to be like this super-advanced robot, does he transform back into this piece of crap Camaro?
[Bumblebee hits the brakes and stops in the middle of the tunnel. Sam and Mikaela step out]
Sam Witwicky: Oh, see, no. That doesn't work.
[Bumblebee turns around and speeds away]
Sam Witwicky: Great. Now... see? Fantastic. Now you pissed him off! That car is sensitive. I mean, $4,000 just drove off!
[Bumblebee balances on his right wheels as he passes by other cars. He passes by a 2009 Camaro and reformats himself to that form before returning to Sam and Mikaela to the tune of 'Battle Without Honor or Humanity' by Tomoyasu Hotei]
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Optimus Prime: Sam? You risked your life to protect the Cube?
Sam Witwicky: No sacrifice, no victory.
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Megatron: Humans don't deserve to live.
Optimus Prime: They deserve to choose for themselves.
Megatron: Then you will die WITH THEM! Join them in Extinction
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Optimus Prime: It's you and me, Megatron.
Megatron: No, it's just me, Prime.
Optimus Prime: At the end of this day, one shall stand, one shall fall!
Megatron: You still fight for the weak! That is why you lose!
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Sam Witwicky: No, you said that cars pick their driver.
Bobby Bolivia: Yeah, well sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap ass father. Now get out the car!
:'''DDDD
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Agent Simmons: Alright... Ok. Hey, you want to lay the fate of the world on the kid's Camaro? That's cool.
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Sam Witwicky: [on phone about Bumblebee] Um yeah, Satan's Camaro? It's stalking me!
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