USAF Master Sgt. Epps: Raptor, Raptor do you copy? We have your visual. Green smoke is the mark. Provide air cover and vector Black Hawks for extraction.
Ironhide: It's Starscream!
USAF Master Sgt. Epps: Please tell me you copy...
Ironhide: Back up! Take cover! Bumblebee...!
Captain Lennox: No, no, no, no... Move!
Ironhide: Back up! Back up!
Captain Lennox: Retreat! Fall back!
Sam Witwicky: Oh, my God. Bumblebee? No. Your legs! Your legs. Here. Here, back, back, back, back! You all right? Please get up. Bumblebee? Get up! Ratchet!
Captain Lennox: What the hell was that?
USAF Master Sgt. Epps: What are you talking about?
Captain Lennox: What do you mean, what am I talking about? They shot at us!
USAF Master Sgt. Epps: F-22 pilots would never fly below buildings! That's alien... that ain't friendly!
USAF Master Sgt. Epps: [radioing to a lone F-22 flying overhead] [guided by the smoke, the F-22 heads for the group, but there's no answer... ]