[about Bumblebee]

I don't think it wants to hurt us. He would've done that already.

Really? Well, do you speak robot? Because they just had, like, a giant droid death match.

[gets closer to Bumblebee]

I think it wants something from me.

What?

Well 'cause the other one was talking about my eBay page.

You are the strangest boy I have ever met.

[looking up at Bumblebee]

Can you talk?

[through his radio]

XM Satellite Radio... Digital cable brings you... Columbia Broadcasting System.

You can... you can talk through the radio?

[clapping his hands]

Thank you, you're beautiful. You're wonderful, you're wonderful.

So, what was that last night? What was that?

[pointing skywards]

Message from Starfleet, Captain... Throughout the innate vastness of space... Angels rain down like visitors from heaven! Hallelujah!

Visitors from heaven... What? What are you, like, an alien or something?

[Bumblebee points a finger at her and nods, and transforms into a 1976 Camero] [through his radio]

Any more questions you want to ask?

He wants us to get in the car.

[laughing nervously]

And go where?

Fifty years from now, when you're looking back at your life, don't you want to be able to say you had the guts to get in the car?