Sam Witwicky:
[after meeting Dylan]
Oh, here we go. Here we go. See that? Judgment. Judge a man by his car? And you're gonna wave at him while he's judging me?
Carly Miller:
What's with you? He's my boss. This job pays for our food, our rent.
Sam Witwicky:
No, I totally understand. I'm totally fine. I get it. I'm well-fed. And guess what? I'm not your boy toy anymore. I got my big-boy pants on. You see 'em?
[she laughs]
Sam Witwicky:
In the car, Duchess.
Carly Miller:
Oh, my god. Are you threatened by him?
Sam Witwicky:
[fake, forced laugh]
Threatened? What am I threatened by? His money? His power? His good looks? None of the above. Check!
Carly Miller:
[sarcastic]
God, your temper tantrums are so sexy.
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