Raf Esquivel: The Arctic? I've always wanted to see snow.

Optimus Prime: I would invite you to join, Rafael, but the conditions are much too extreme, even for we Autobots.

Raf Esquivel: I understand...

Optimus starts to leave, then pauses.

Optimus Prime: But, I will bring you back a snowball.

"Bulkhead, you never run." "Miko, you haven't seen a swarm of these things devour a bot. I have. They pick you apart from the inside out, going for the small juicy bits first, fuse by fuse, circuit by circuit, 'til there's nothing left, and I mean nothing... not even your optics."

—Miko gets some nightmare fuel from Bulkhead.

"I get to be your bodyguard for once. How cool is that?!" "Raf found the first one here, right?" (Lights turn off for a second followed by Bulkhead's scream) "Did you just scream like a little girl?" "No! ...Maybe... Can we talk about this later?"

—Miko and Bulkhead searching, and a more hilarious reversal of roles cannot be found.

"What do you suggest? Wait, how about a game? Let's play 'Who Screwed Things Up Back at Base'." "Our predicament could be the result of a simple malfunction." "Caused by Bulkhead."

—Arcee and Optimus prove that when things go wrong, blame it on Bulkhead.

"Bulkhead may be...too large for this world. But his inner strength is without bounds. One should not be measured by size alone."

—Optimus gives us a life lesson while finding a nice way to call Bulkhead fat.

"Ready for the main course? Come and get it!"

—Bulkhead, king of one-liners.

"I'd invite you in, but the place is a mess."

—Seriously, give Bulkhead a crown.

"We're just fortunate that this infestation happened...on a Saturday."

—Ratchet finds there's an upside to having human companions.