Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen Page #3

Freedom is your right.

If you make that request,

we will honor it.

But before your president decides,

please ask him this.

What if we leave

and you're wrong?

That's a good question.

Oh, my God,

just look at this place!

I feel smarter already.

Ron, can you smell it?

Yes, smells

like $40,000 a year.

Okay, cheapo.

Go ahead, we'll, uh...

We'll get your stuff.

Just go ahead

and check out your room.

[SONG:
21 Guns

BAND:
Green Day]

- Hey.

- Hey.

You must be Sam, right?

I'm Leo.

Hey.

Uh, sorry, I already set up the crib.

Do you want this side or that side?

- That side.

- I already chose that side.

You know what this is?

This is the awkward moment.

Yeah, so you're trying to see

if I'm a normal guy.

I'm trying to see

if you're a normal guy,

balanced and medicated enough

for another coral space.

Good personal hygiene

won't stab me in my sleep.

Good criminal record

won't steal anything.

- Including girlfriends.

- Especially girlfriends.

- You got a girlfriend?

- I do.

- You?

- No, not a chance.

- You're a techie?

- Hmm.

Sweet.

- Sharsky, Fassbiner, where we at?

- Server's almost online, Leo.

It works up and running.

Beautiful; that's what

I like to hear.

- That's Sharsky, that's Spastik,

- Hey, dude.

my I.T. gurus.

Welcome to my empire, bro.

TheRealEffinDeal.com.

That's me,

I'm sure you've heard of it.

- No, I haven't.

- Well, that sucks.

- What is all this for?

- See, look...

Call me gross,

I wanna be a baby billionaire.

Kitten calendars.

It's where it started.

Look at me now.

Got our dreams, bro.

Leo, we got some

bad news in Shanghai.

Post it, baby. Go, go, go!

FTJ, FTJ!

- It's clean.

- What's FTJ?

- Fuel the Jet, Fuel the Jet.

- FTJ, FTJ.

- This is it. Did you see that?

- Wow. Okay, this half of Shanghai

gets rigged

when China says gas leak.

Don't believe the hype, bro.

Just like the alien robots in LA

two years ago that everyone covered up.

Yeah, I saw these robots

and they did this, like,

firing thing and they came down

and twisted this woman

- and she was like--

- Looks fake to me.

Dude, it's not fake.

The Internet's pure true.

- Neither does it lie.

- It looks fake.

No, man, I've seen them.

They are like these, uh, robots...

Look, look, look, it's fake.

Anybody can do on any computer, okay?

And I wasn't, uh... there.

So I can't comment

or speculate.

- Oh, no.

- "Comment and speculate"?

We're supposed

to go habitate?

No, listen, okay.

Don't be sucking the sack, bro.

- Whose sack?

- Look, the ball sack.

- Dude, what kind of tool are you?

- Mainstream media sack.

They're lying to us,

alright.

- It's aliens, man.

- Okay, okay.

Follow me.

Uh-oh. Uh, Leo.

Bad news, we just got scooped.

The video's already up

on GeoBoard.

Damn...

No!

Robo-Warrior has a main competition,

our conspiracy step.

Effing was my effing idea.

He stole it.

He's been looking to my site

and thieving hits for ever!

By the way,

I read your file.

I'll pour, you'll pour...

We're gonna fix that, alright?

You work for me, now.

I work for you now?

That's incredible.

It's first day of college,

I got a career,

a dinky internet firm,

with a boss who is made up

of just pure champion stuff.

You're mocking

my life's work, Samuel? Huh?

That's your one warning

patrolling, dude.

Don't make me that fast....

'cause I'll do it.

Hey alright, listen. It's getting

a little intense in my room.

- Can I switch now?

- Oh, sad face, 3-12.

No switching, no treating.

Let's turn that upside-down, okay?

- Oh, here we go.

- Hey, hi.

It's just like Hogwarts.

Hi!

Is this co-ed?

This is a co-ed dorm.

Do you guys want

to meet my roommates?

- Yeah.

- 'Cause they're real swell guys.

- Here is Leo.

- We're the Witwicky.

- I'm Leo.

- I'm Judy.

Hey, you have a great son.

You really do.

Oh, well aren't you

the sweetest thing?

He's real sweet, Ma.

What is that in your hand,

by the way?

Oh, I got this at the bake sale

for the environment

that those boys

were having.

You know, you don't often

see white boys

with the dreadlocks.

- Mom.

- Yeah, it's a 100 percent pure Hawaiian

- green for the environment.

- Jud--Can you please drop it?

Yeah, then they baked it

with reefer in it.

- No, it's canna-- Hey!

- Please give me.

Hey! It's my cheap day.

I can eat whatever I want.

Please God, I'm gonna freak out.

Please do something right now, Dad.

- Please do something right now.

- Okay, okay.

Out of my way,

you wild hair!

I can eat all the freaking

brownies I want!

Sorry, fellas.

I'm sorry and

you're welcome.

We call it the Hot Freshmen 55.

Sharsky hacked campus house and

stacked the dorm with pretty beddies.

Oh, my God.

It's her.

She's coming.

She sees me, she sees me.

She's tight for me on one

on my to-do list.

Do not bird-dog

my credit, you hear me?

Pretty girls.

Hey, you.

My son lives in this dorm.

You should go

make friends with him,

- he's bad.

- Bless she ain't my mama.

And he recently

had his cherry popped.

He didn't know

I was in the house.

- I heard it all.

- Hey, hey, hey.

There he is!

Oh, will you give him

my closet?

Hey, and his car

is a talking robot!

No, like a... like a GPS,

All-Star.

- Okay.

- All-Star.

Frisbee. Whoo!

No, Dad.

Dad, you're just gonna

let her run around school.

- Are you alright?

- Whoa.

Give me.

Are you crazy?

Judy, Judy.

Just--Just put it. Just put it.

You gotta control

your mother.

I wasn't doing this.

Hey, Professor.

I'd do anything for an A.

Alright, Grace...

Looks like we got

some snacks in the car. Let's go.

- Whoo!

- Did you gt the booties?

Yes, Dad,

I got the booties!

- Alright, alright.

- Oh my God, I'm upside-down!

Black Light in X-Trait.

This is Black Light in Tango.

Breach in B-14.

Go, go, go,

go, go!

The Shard is gone.

Take him down!

- Open fire.

- Get down!

The first frat party's

the game change of boys,

we're hunting in the wild now,

so get your game faces on.

I can't stay long,

I have a webcam date with my girlfriend.

- That's so cool.

- No, it's not.

[SONG:
Burning Down The House

BAND:
The Used]

While he's making up

with his MacBook,

I'm gonna be dating

my spitzy, freaky freak on.

- Let's roll.

- She's hot.

We're, uh...

We're hunting.

- See you, darling.

- Bye, Dad.

Okay.

This is our first live chat date.

Never done it before.

I'm kind of nervous.

- Are you okay?

- No, uh...

I was getting a napkin

for my drink.

Thanks. Cheers!

- You're Sam, right?

- Yeah.

I wanna dance.

Like--Like dancing?

Like a pairing?

Like a duo, like a coupling?

'Cause I'm in

a permanently, semi--

- I'm in a relationship, kind of.

- Oh, relax.

I just want to have

some fun.

Oh, just some fun?

Oh yeah, okay.

Let's play some checkers.

You can sit over there, and, uh...

- Oh my God.

- So how about tonight,

you pretend I'm your girlfriend

and I pretend that you're my boyfriend.

Hey! Who broke the

frickin' yellow Camaro?

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