Julie White: Judy Witwicky
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]
Sam Witwicky : Okay, this is what you want... and I know you need me, 'cause I know about the Matrix...
Rampage : [growling] Sam Witwicky...
Ron 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!
[Soundwave tracks down the Witwickys in Paris]
Soundwave : Yeesss...
[makes a call]
Judy Witwicky : Hello? I mean, bon soir!
[hears Soundave breathing]
Judy Witwicky : What? Who is this?
Soundwave : Where is the boy?
Judy Witwicky : For Pete's sakes, I'm not impressed with your perverted mouth-breathing!
[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!
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.
Judy Witwicky : [high, to Ron] Hey, Professor, I'd do anything for an A!
Judy Witwicky : [her house blown apart] Holy Mother...!