Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen Page #2

Yeah, of course

I kept it, Mikaela.

It's like my Superbowl jersey.

I bled in this thing.

Wow, you're pretty

confident, huh?

No, it's not that.

It's just that my low self-esteem's

at an all-time high.

Do you think

your little box of souveniers

is gonna keep me

from leaving you?

You really should

come with me,

they got cheap apartments

in campus.

Well,

that's not gonna happen

until I get my man child father

rushed out of prison,

back on his feet.

I heard that.

Where did you put

the clutch covers?

Next to the cam shafts.

I love it when you say cam shafts.

Whisper it to me.

Cam shafts.

God, I hate you.

It's my Witwicky charm.

Wait, hold on.

Wait, hold on a second.

I guess

we're not breaking up.

I'll be over in 20.

Mikaela...

I think this little bit Cube

got stuck on my shirt.

Sam?

Oh God!

It's a fire!

Dad, we got a fire!

Fire!

Ron, did you know

it was gonna be

- this hard?

- C-Can you just stop?

- Yeah, okay, I'll stop.

- Just wait...

- You carry this sh*t.

- I'll--I'll...

- Wow!

- You know what?

I don't wanna go

anywhere with you.

I don't wanna go

to France with you.

I don't wanna go

around the corner with you.

- Alright, fine.

- I'm just going back inside.

I'll call you from Paris.

What is all the racket?

- Whoa.

- Sam?

- Whoa, whoa.

- Dad...

- What was that?

- It's the whole kitchen!

Help me...

Oh my--

Bumblebee!

Oh, jeez!

Phone 9-1-1.

Bumblebee!

Get in the garage.

What the frick

is happening?

What happened

to restraint, man?

Just go in the garage,

quietly please?

Holy mother!

Oh, my God!

I--In the garage, now!

Power's out!

Get the cops out!

Come on, you guys.

What are you waiting for?

My house is on fire!

- What happened?

- Come here.

Listen, I need you

to take the Cube sliver.

Put it in your purse,

right now.

- Sam Witwicky...

- Yes, Mom.

- A word with you.

- Yeah.

- Hi, Mikaela.

- Hi.

- I have a bald spot.

- Oh.

- An old furnace, I think.

- Become a waffle iron.

When you go, he goes.

I cannot live with

this psychotic alien in my garage.

Judy, shh.

National security.

Look, if we stay quiet,

they're gonna take care of everything.

Just consider this the official start

of a remodel, okay?

Fine. If the government's paying,

I want a pool...

- and a hot tub.

- Fine. Okay.

And I'm gonna skinny-dip

and you can't say sh*t about it!

Yeah, you know

you're a tool.

- He's having voice problems.

- He's playing it up.

Bee, I want to talk to you

about the college thing, okay?

# I'm so excited #

Hey.

I'm not taking you

with me.

I wanna wait outside,

okay?

I wanted to tell you

about this earlier.

It's just that--

You know,

Here's the thing.

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