I can't find any ideas so have some innocent quotes
Ironhide: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Ratchet?
Ratchet: … No.
Sunburst: I do!
Ironhide: I know, Sunburst.
Sunburst: I'm sad!
Ironhide: I know, Sunburst.
Ironhide: Ratchet and I don't use pet names.
Sunburst: I see. Hey, what do bees make?
Ironhide: Honey?
Ratchet: Yes, dear?
Ironhide:
Sunburst: Don't ever lie to my face again.
Optimus, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.
Jazz: Hey.
Ironhide: Hi.
Ratchet: Hello.
Bumblebee: Hey!
Optimus: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!
Sunburst: We were out of Doritos.
'Can I copy the homework?'
Optimus: I can help you with it!
Jazz: Yeah, sure.
Ironhide: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.
Ratchet: lol nope.
Bumblebee: Wait, we had homework?!
Sunburst: *Read 5:55pm*
Bumblebee: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?
Sunburst: You're a hazard to society
Octavia: And a coward. DO TWENTY.
Bumblebee: WHY. why did you give Octavia a KNIFE?!
Sunburst: I'm sorry. They said they felt unsafe.
Bumblebee: Now I feel unsafe!
Sunburst: I'm sorry.
Sunburst: ... would you like a knife?
*The group is getting into the car*
Optimus: I'm driving.
Ironhide, out of view: Shotgun!
Ratchet, turning to face Ironhide: Aww! But you had it on the way here-
Everyone except Ironhide: WOAH-
Ironhide, holding a shotgun: No! I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat! *Pumps gun*
*Optimus and Ironhide sitting in jail together*
Ironhide: So who should we call?
Optimus: I'd call Ratchet, but I feel safer in jail
Optimus: What time is it?
Ironhide: I don't know; pass me that saxophone and we'll find out
Ironhide: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*
Ratchet: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING
Ironhide: It's 2 am
Sunburst: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into-
Bumblebee: You sleep with a teddybear.
Sunburst: He's my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!
*While planning to break in somewhere*
Ratchet: Hey, let's do "Get Help!"
Jazz: What?
Ratchet: "Get Help."
Jazz: No.
Ratchet: C'mon, you love it!
Jazz: I hate it.
Ratchet: It's great! It works every time!
Jazz: It's humiliating.
Ratchet: Do you have a better plan?
Jazz: No.
Ratchet: We're doing it!
Jazz: We are not doing "Get Help!"
*A Minute Later*
Ratchet, carrying Jazz: Get help! Please! They're dying! Help Them! *throws Jazz at guards, knocking them out*
Ratchet: Ahh, classic!
Jazz: *gets up* I still hate it. It's humiliating.
Ratchet, laughing: Not for me, it's not.
Octavia: So, are you two dating now?
Ironhide & Ratchet: Yes.
Octavia: Why?
Ironhide: I happen to find Ratchet very appealing.
Octavia: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Ratchet.
Octavia, as a child, reading their school assignment out loud: I love my library because...
Octavia, mouthing words while writing: I love reading, fuck you.
Ironhide: Ratchet, we're hungry!
Bumblebee: Ratchet! What's for dinner?
Jazz: We're hungry, Ratchet!
Ratchet, frying a bottle of ketchup over the stove: *screams*
Ironhide, knocking on the door: Octavia, open up!
Octavia: It all started when I was a kid.
Ironhide: That's not what I-
Ratchet: Let them finish!
Optimus: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Octavia way.
Sunburst: Isn't that the wrong way?
Optimus: Yes, but it's faster.
Sunburst: Why do you think I don't like you? I do. I would kill for you.
Sunburst: Ask me to kill for you.
Ratchet: ...First of all, calm down-
Ironhide, texting: O
Optimus: What?
Ironhide: Don't read into that.
Optimus: But I will read into that.
Ironhide: HOW?! IT'S A LETTER!
Optimus: Why is there a space after it, hmmmmm?
Ironhide: Dude, really?
Ironhide: It's a fucking letter.
Optimus: It could stand for something!
Ironhide: IT DOESN'T, I PROMISE!
Optimus: Like Oppression! Or worse…
Ironhide: Dude, I just typed the letter O, that means nothing. :/
Optimus: Optometrist.
Ironhide: Oh my God…
Optimus, spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this bitch down. Cool it down.
Jazz: I actually just put the cutting board in the oven...
Ratchet, visibly confused: Okay, so they decided to put the cutting board in the oven?
Optimus, spraying Jazz: You FUCKING DUMBASS!
Jazz: Dude, I forgot-
Optimus: OH MY FUCKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you fucking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!?
Octavia: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.*
Sunburst: That was a joke. Say ha.
Ironhide: Ha.
Sunburst: Now do it again.
Ironhide: Ha.
Sunburst: Congratulations, you are officially the life of the party.
Ironhide, at Ratchet's funeral: I need a moment with them.
Everyone: Of course. *They leave*
Ironhide, leaning over Ratchet′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you're not dead.
Ratchet: Yeah, no shit.
Sunburst: So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl...
Octavia: ...
Optimus: ...
Ratchet: ...
Ironhide: ..Who?
Sunburst: That's the thing we don't-
*Everyone stares at Ironhide*
Sunburst: Every time I hear someone talking about updog, I'm torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.
Optimus: Okay, but what is updog?
Bumblebee: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.
Jazz: No, that's a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.
Octavia: No, that's an update. You're thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.
Ratchet: Surely, that's Uppsala, where's updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.
Sunburst: That's Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.
Jazz: You're thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.
Bumblebee: No, that's an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.
Optimus: What's a henway?
Sunburst: Oh, about five pounds.
Ratchet: I'm not a doctor I'm a medic.
Optimus: What's the difference then?
Ratchet: Well doctors actually save lives, medics just make you feel more comfortable as you die.
Bumblebee: Note to self; never get shot.
Bumblebee: What does "take out" mean?
Octavia: Food.
Jazz: Dating.
Optimus: Murder.
Ratchet: It can be all three if you're brave enough.
Thank you for listening to my TED talk.