Sam: Oh, yes. Okay. Okay. Yeah.
Mikaela: Your mom's so nice.
Sam: I want you to distract our parents while we slip out and get these glasses to them, okay?(Knocking their parents open the door)
Simmons: Ronald Wickety?
Ron: It's Witwicky. Who are you?
Simmons: We're the government. Sector Seven.
Ron: Never heard of it.
Y/n[Whisper]: Oh no.
Simmons: Never will. Your son's the great-grandson of Captain Archibald Wickity, is he not?
Y/n[Whisper]: Sam we need to get going, now.
Ron: It's Witwicky.
Simmons: May I enter the premises, sir?
Judy: Ron, there's guys all over the front yard.
Ron: What the heck is going on here?
Simmons: Your son's filed a stolen car report last night. We think it's involved in a national security matter.
Ron: National security?
Judy: They're ripping up my rose bushes!
Simmons: That's right. National security.
Judy: My God, Ron, they're everywhere! There's guys in suits all around the house! Look at this!
Ron: Could you stay off the grass?
Simmons: Get me a sample and some isotope readings.
Judy: They're pulling bushes out of the ground! Good Lord! They've got to get their hands off my bush!
Simmons: Drop the bat, ma'am.
Ron: Hey, hey, hey, that's my-
Simmons: I'm carrying a loaded weapon.
Judy: But you'd better get those guys out of my garden or I am gonna beat the crap out of them!
Simmons: Are you experiencing any flu-like symptoms? Aching joints? Fever?
Sam[to the others]: I'm going out there.
Y/n: No don't.(Sam leaves before he can hear Y/n) That motherf- he never listens.
Akarui: Y/n, are you alright, why are you so scared?
Judy: No!
Sam: What is this?
Simmons: How you doing, son? Is your name Sam?
Sam: Yeah.
Simmons: Well, I need you to come with us. And you son are you Y/n? (Silence) Well are you?
Y/n: I know my rights I don't have to speak to you.
Judy: What?
Ron: Whoa, way out of line.
Simmons: Sir, I am asking politely. Back off.
Ron: You're not taking my son, either of them! (Good dad points +10)
Simmons: Really? You gonna try to get rough with us?
Ron: No, but I'm gonna call the cops because there's something fishy going on around here.
Judy: Yeah.
Simmons: Yeah. There's something a little fishy about you, your son's, your little Taco Bell dog and this whole operation you got going on here.
