Optimus waits patiently, although his arms can't help but fold across his chest as he watches Sentinel reassemble himself. Really, Sentinel? You go to a bar, get smashed, and then remove your arm plating to do some fine tuning?

Pick better, more responsible hobbies.

"I was hoping we could drive out past the limits."

Say it slower, Optimus. Driiiiiiveeeeeee.