Transformers: Animated

Starscream:
Ah, never before have I seen a more impressive group of lethal fighting machines. And pretty good looking, if I don't say so myself. That pompous, bag of bolt Megatron won't know what hit him! He'll be crushed in our wake!

Skywarp:
Us? Against Megatron? Are you insane? [Meekly] Ah, I think I just sprang an oil leak...

Thundercracker:
Silence, you fool! Megatron is a worthless pile of scrap metal compared to my genius.

Sunstorm:
Brilliant observation! Brilliant! But your genius pales in comparison to the genius of our leader, the original Starscream.

Starscream:
Mmm, I could listen to this one all day!

Ramjet:
What are you talking about? I am the original Starscream!

Starscream:
Liar! I am the original Starscream.

Ramjet:
I never said I was the original Starscream.

Starscream:
You just did right now.

Ramjet:
No, I didn't.

Starscream:
Yes, you did.

Ramjet:
No, I didn't.

Starscream:
Yes, you did!

Ramjet:
No. I. Didn't.

Slipstream:
Ohh, haven't you figured it out yet? He's a pathological liar. Each of us clones represents one aspect of your personality. [points to each clone in turn] He's a coward... he's an egomaniac... he's a suck-up... he's a liar.

Ramjet:
I am not!

Starscream:
So, which part of me did you come from?

Slipstream:
Don't ask.

Starscream:
[sigh] This is going to be a long orbital cycle.

Shockwave:
Everything is going as planned, oh great one. As you predicted, the Decepticon uprisings at the rim of the galaxy are straining Autobot forces to the breaking point.

Megatron:
Excellent, but I have a more immediate problem. Track down Cybertron's top space bridge technician and deliver him to Earth as soon as possible. By any means necessary. The future of Decepticon victory depends on it.

Shockwave:
One moment, excellency. While I access the Cybertronian data net... Oh, that's odd.

Megatron:
What is?

Shockwave:
I've tracked down Cybertron's top space bridge expert, but he's not on Cybertron.

Megatron:
Then where is he?

Shockwave:
On Earth.

Bumblebee:
All right, Zippy, start talking! [Blurr transforms from vehicle mode to robot mode]

Blurr:
First of all, the name's not "Zippy"! As a matter of fact, I don't believe I've ever met another bot named Zippy, so one can only assume that you came up with "Zippy" in reference to my speed, which may be technically accurate, but lacks a certain creativity!

Bumblebee:
Eh... eh-eh...

Blurr:
More to the point, the name's Blurr! I'm an Autobot intelligence agent, sent to this planet by the Elite Guard to keep an eye on Optimus Prime and his crew as well as monitor the Decepticon activity, and you, my friend, have just blown a decacycle of covert surveillance designed to uncover Megatron's plot to conquer Cybertron. Everything was going according to plan when I intercepted a communication between the Decepticon leader and an unknown double agent! They were in the midst of plotting the abduction of an unsuspecting Autobot, which now, from the status of the current ground situation, appears to have been successful. Got that so far?

Bumblebee:
Uh... could you repeat the last part?

Blurr:
Which last part?

Bumblebee:
Oh, everything after "The name's not Zippy."

Optimus Prime:
So let me get this straight, you're an Autobot intelligence officer and you've found Megatron's hideout?

Blurr:
That is correct, Optimus Prime. I have already reported my findings to the Elite Guard, requesting immediate reinforcements, but was informed that initial support would be delayed due to the fact that the Autobot forces are stretched too thin combating Decepticon uprisings along the edge of the galaxy. Further intelligence has also revealed that a human named Isaac Sumdac has been cooperating with the Decepticon leader by reverse engineering a space bridge schematic stolen by your ship. Which in Megatron intends to use to stage a sneak attack inside of Cybertron while planet's defense forces are at their weakest. But he's runnign difficulty getting the device operational. That's where you fellow buck comes in. Earlier today, I intercepted a communication between Megatron and a Decepticon double agent involving a plot to kidnap Autobot Bulkhead after discovering he's the galaxy's foremost expert in space bridge technology. Average to course, I mean that some kind of cooperation would undoubtedly have dire results and lead to Megatron's...

Bumblebee:
Woah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up!

Prowl:
Did he just say Bulkhead?

Optimus Prime:
Our Bulkhead?

Ratchet:
An expert? On anything?

Starscream:
The time has come to purge the universe of that accursed Megatron! And forever seal my destiny as the one true ruler of the Decepticons!

Thundercracker:
You second rates clones aren't even worthy to breath my exhaust fumes! [Thundercracker and the other clones blast off towards Earth]

Starscream:
I must be a bigger pain in the gearshaft then I thought.

Slipstream:
Well, well, well... Look who just got to the party!

Starscream:
Don't start with me, woman!

Blitzwing:
[Hothead] I'll scramble your circuits so badly you'll need a GPS scanner to find your own exhaust port!

Megatron:
Stop staring at me.

Starscream:
No. You stop staring at me!

Megatron:
Do you think I actually want to spend the rest of eternity gazing at your unsightly visage?

Starscream:
Trust me: your visage is no picnic either. And your face is ugly too!

Megatron:
Oh, someone just take me offline now...

Starscream:
What do you think I've been trying to do for the last four million stellar cycles? AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It's funny, really, when you think about it. Tragic, but funny! AHAHAHAHAHA!

Megatron:
Oh, shut up.

Starscream:
It's not like you to hide behind an Autobot!

Megatron:
But it's completely like YOU to hide behind an army of cheap knockoffs.

Grimlock:
[roars] Me Grimlock better. [passes out]

Optimus Prime:
I'm afraid Sari and Bumblebee left on an important fact-finding mission this morning, to a place called Five Banners Roller Coaster Kingdom.

Prowl:
We have stasis cuffs and an EMP generator, what more do we need?

Bulkhead:
Oh, I don't know, how about a little common sense?

Bulkhead:
I gotta admit, you had me going there, Prowl. But then I thought, it's not your style to do something crazy like going after Starscream all by your...

[shuttle takes off]

Bulkhead:
...self?

Ratchet:
I've seen it before. Bot gets a new modification, and suddenly sludge don't stick to his tailpipe.

Ratchet:
Personally, I've always found Bumblebee's fake static to be a lot more convincing.

Starscream:
What the... EMP? Stasis cuffs? Come back here and fight like Decepticons!

Starscream:
Hey! You call this a fight? I'll rust before someone wins, and I'm in a vacuum!

Lockdown, Prowl:
[together] Will you keep quiet!

Lockdown:
Quit showing off and keep your eyes on the prize.

Prowl:
Can't I do both?

Lockdown:
You know, you remind me of someone. Oh yeah, me.

Starscream:
No! No, please! Leave me alone!

Lockdown:
Maybe it's me, but that doesn't sound like the Starscream I know...

Starscream:
Well, if it isn't my favorite band of plucky little Autobots!

Optimus Prime:
Autobots, prepare for battle!

Starscream:
Wait, you misunderstand. Noble Optimus Prime, wise Ratchet, stealthy Prowl and mighty... eh...

Bulkhead:
Bulkhead!

Starscream:
Ooh, that's too bad.

Ratchet:
Prowl, exactly what line of JUNK CODE is scrambling your software?

Ratchet:
Prowl, any sign of the Dinobots?

Prowl:
Negative, Ratchet. I'm starting to think those reports of rampages were nothing but exaggeration.

Optimus Prime:
We're not taking any chance, Prowl, that's why I had Ratchet lend you his EMP generator and those stasis cuffs.

Prowl:
Still, I hardly think they're necessary. The Dinobots are territorial, but if left alone, they're perfectly happy. [Grimlock roars and runs out of the forest, charging the Autobots]

Bulkhead:
He doesn't look too happy to me!

Starscream:
Did you really think I would offer so little a challenge? I allowed you to capture these clones to fulfill my plan to eliminate you all! Especially you, MegaFOOL! Mwa-hah-ha-ha-ha! In moments you will be blown to bits, and I will become the Supreme Leader of ALL DECEPTICONS!

Bumblebee:
Monitor duty. Is there anything worse than monitor duty?

Bulkhead:
Scraping barnacles? Washing out Sari's old socks? Getting a wheel alignment from Ratchet?

Bumblebee:
It was a rhetorical question.

Grimlock:
Cars and trucks eat dinosaurs? Cars and trucks BAD!

Bulkhead:
Sorry I'm late, guys. Did I miss anything?

Bumblebee:
No, I'd say you hit just about every car in the lot.

Megatron:
My prospects are grim, locked in this place.

Grimlock:
Grim. Lock. Me Grimlock!

Isaac Sumdac:
The Autobots are your friends, right?

Megatron:
Oh, we have quite a history.

Prowl:
[trying to train Bulkhead] No, you must move like a gentle wind.

Bumblebee:
Gentle wind? You'll be lucky to get him down to an omega-class solar storm!

Ratchet:
Nice, Prowl. Maybe next you can try teaching an engine block to float.

Prowl:
This island will be the perfect place to train you. Quiet, peaceful, and nothing around for you to smash.

Prowl:
Assess the situation, choose your move, and execute with graceful precision. [slices some falling leaves in half]

Bulkhead:
Access the situation. Choose my move. Execute with graceful precision. [knocks several trees over]

Megatron:
You primitive life forms are so easily entertained.

Ratchet:
Don't these things ever learn?

Grimlock:
Cars and trucks BAD!

Prowl:
Apparently they learned to talk.

Bulkhead:
Wait. I was thinking, maybe we should try luring them away from civilians first.

Optimus Prime:
Good thinking, Bulkhead.

Prowl:
He said "good thinking."

Bumblebee:
And "Bulkhead."

Prowl:
What are you doing?

Bulkhead:
I'm doing what you do.

Prowl:
Better idea: do what you do.

Bulkhead:
[slams into Snarl and knocks him over] Excuse me. [knocks Swoop out of the air] Sorry, my bad.

Prowl:
Just because something is big and lumbering and destructive, doesn't mean you give up on it.

Grimlock:
Cars and trucks bad. Nature good. [bird droppings land on his head, he tries to breathe fire on the birds, they fly away] Stupid nature! Come back and fight like Dinobots!

Warpath:
Any Autobot who won't fight the Decepticons is no better than a Con himself. We're at war!

Prowl:
It's not my war!

Warpath:
Then maybe I should take you out back and MAKE it your war!

Warpath:
Bam pow! Lousy draft-dodgin' peacenik...

[flashback]

Prowl:
Why should I risk my chassis for anyone? Nobody ever risked their chassis for me!

Yoketron:
Keeping you out of the stockade, I am risking something for you. But if you are willing to learn, that risk could be rewarding.

Prowl:
A rusty old boltbucket like you, teach ME anything? Doubtful.

Yoketron:
[chuckles] I will make you a deal: if you can get out the door before I stop you, you are free to go and all charges will be dropped.

Prowl:
See ya! [transforms and races to the exit... and is trounced by Yoketron]

Yoketron:
If you would care to learn, you may stay and make yourself useful. [takes out a broom]

Yoketron:
You can start, by cleaning up this mess.

[Yoketron removes Prowl's equipment]

Prowl:
Wait! Without my gear I'm nothing!

Yoketron:
And nothing is where we must begin.

[last words]

Yoketron:
You must not sacrifice a piece of the future to bring back the past. When the time comes, you will understand. [shuts down]

Prowl:
You led the attack on the fortress. You took the protoforms!

Lockdown:
If my first act as a bounty hunter was betraying my sacred sensei, everything since has been easy.

Jazz:
Diggin' the new armor, specially Yoketron's helmet. He'd be proud to have you wear it.

Prowl:
Thank you. I plan to do everything in my power to be worthy of it.

Prowl:
Give me Yoketron's helmet.

Prowl:
It's a signal beacon. We've been duped.

Jazz:
Deceived by a Decepticon. Who'd have thought?

Optimus Prime:
You got Swindle and Blitzwing too?

Sentinel Prime:
Well, Swindle was stuck in vehicle mode, all I had to do was pay a fine and tow him away... but Blitzy here was something else!

Optimus Prime:
Step away from the Autobot!

Ramjet:
What? This isn't my Autobot, I'm just holding it for a friend!

[after a large part of the Stadium fell on him]

Ramjet:
That didn't hurt...

[breaking up a fight between Ratchet and an old man]

Captain Fanzone:
You, quit harassing the Autobot! You, put down the citizen!

Ratchet:
[in vehicle mode] Will you get in already?

Sari Sumdac:
Ah-ah-ah, what's the magic word?

Ratchet:
NOW!

Sari Sumdac:
It's gonna be a long day...

Lugnut:
Ahh, I'm picking up a new AllSpark energy signal, my liege...

Megatron:
No doubt another fragment has surfaced. Retrieve it, Lugnut, before the Autobots get their filthy servos on it.

Lugnut:
Stasis lock itself could not deter me from your grand and glorious plan, oh wise and noble Megatron!

Megatron:
[eye twitching] Just... go.

Wreck-Gar:
I don't suppose you can tell me what I am, funny green man?

Angry Archer:
You are... my partner-in-crime! They call me Angry Archer!

Wreck-Gar:
They call me "Worthless-Wreck Walking-Pile-of-Garbage"!

Angry Archer:
Oh, really? Bit of a mouthful. Perhaps we should just call you 'Wreck-Gar' for short.

[in the middle of a battle]

Sari Sumdac:
[to an expectant Carly] Uh, I don't know much about these things, lady, but I think you're supposed to breathe or something?

Ratchet:
You still want that ride, or what?

Spike Witwicky, Carly Witwicky:
We'll call a cab! [run off]

Ratchet:
Hmph! Not even a "thank you". And they call ME rude...

Bumblebee:
[seeing Wreck-Gar for the first time] What are you?... What is he?

Bumblebee, Sari Sumdac:
I don't know, but he's giving off a ton of AllSpark energy.

Wreck-Gar:
I am Wreck-Gar! I give off a ton of AllSpark energy!

Bumblebee:
So, what, an AllSpark fragment just brought a junk pile to life and made some new kind of Autobot?

Wreck-Gar:
I am Wreck-Gar! I am some new kind of Autobot?

Ratchet:
Listen up, scrapheap! You're not an Autobot, and you never will be an Autobot. You're only good for one thing: GARBAGE! [pause]

Wreck-Gar:
I am Wreck-Gar! I am only good for one thing: GARBAGE! I must deliver garbage to all! [transforms into a garbage truck and rolls out... but first granting Sari and the Autobots a generous heap of garbage]

Sari Sumdac:
[to Ratchet] You really have a way with words, don't you?

Lugnut:
[confronting a garbage truck] Human! The AllSpark fragment, NOW!

Wreck-Gar:
[transforms] No humans here. I am Wreck-Gar! I am only good for one thing: GARBAGE!

Lugnut:
Are you an Autobot?

Wreck-Gar:
I am Wreck-Gar! I am not an Autobot, and never will be an Autobot!

Lugnut:
Ah! Then you must be a Decepticon!

Wreck-Gar:
I am Wreck-Gar! I... must be a Decepticon! [Wreck-Gar places a Decepticon badge on his chest]

Lugnut:
Aah, ALL HAIL MEGATRON!

Wreck-Gar:
All hail Megatron! Uh... what's a Megatron?

Ratchet:
Get away from those controls, you malfunctioning slag-heap!

Wreck-Gar:
I am Wreck Gar! I am a malfunctioning slag-heap!

Ratchet:
You glitch-head, you're gonna destroy the whole city! You wouldn't dare do something THAT stupid!

Wreck-Gar:
I am Wreck-Gar! I dare to be stupid! I will destroy the whole city!

Sari Sumdac:
Hello? Powell kicked me out of my home, why should we do him any favors?

Ratchet:
Because Microbots and an AllSpark fragment can't possibly add up to anything good!

Lugnut:
Those accursed Autobots will pay for their insolence!

Wreck-Gar:
Right! [pulls out a cash register]

Wreck-Gar:
Cash, check or charbroil?

Lugnut:
ATTACK!

Wreck-Gar:
Right! What kind of tack would you like? Thumb tack? Carpet tack? Income tack?

Lugnut:
Rhaaah, never mind...

Ratchet:
[picks up the Mr. Powell, the Mayor and the Mayor's assistant] Listen up you organic meat buckets, either you settle this garbage dispute here and now or I will throw you both into the river!

[in a traffic jam]

Ratchet:
Move it already! Don't you humans have anything better to do?

Sari Sumdac:
You really should try being patient with people.

Ratchet:
I'd be a lot more patient with them, if they'd GET OUT OF MY WAY!

[Lugnut prepares his punch attack]

Wreck-Gar:
Ah, the universal greeting! Bah weep gragnah weep nini bong! [gives Lugnut a high-five... and causes them both to blow up]

[being cheered on]

Ratchet:
Well, whaddaya know? They like me! They really like me! Guess I got a way with words.

[last lines]

[buried to his shoulders, at the bottom of the river]

Wreck-Gar:
Fear not, fellow creatures of the deep! I am Wreck-Gar! I am a hero! Um... excuse me, could someone give me a hand... or, or a fin... anyone?

Bumblebee:
Where's the fire extinguisher?

Bulkhead:
Attached to Prime!

Bulkhead:
What I need is a body!

Bumblebee:
All right, all right, don't lose your head.

Isaac Sumdac:
I believe the phrase is, "Total ownage, newb."

Isaac Sumdac:
That toy rightfully belongs to me, Powell! You are a thieving crook!

Porter C. Powell:
And a Merry Christmas to you, too, Professor Sumdac!

Ratchet:
I'm telling you, there's no way this "Santa" can deliver billions of presents in one night.

Prowl:
I can think of at least one way. Ho [creates a hologram] Ho [creates another hologram] Ho.

Optimus Prime:
A sound theory, Prowl. I did see multiple Santas in the shopping district tonight.

Bumblebee:
Prime! You're hideous!

Bulkhead:
We're all hideous! We're people!

Optimus Prime:
Autobo... uh, men, transf... er, uh... roll... uh, let's just go.

Ratchet:
[looking at Prowl's salad] Hey, how come your fuel is different from ours?

Prowl:
I chose the vegetable fuel because it burns cleaner. Don't you know where that animal flesh comes from?

Bulkhead:
[wolfing down burgers] No, but I know where it's going.

Bumblebee:
Half of it is going on your clothes.

Starscream:
Where'd you go? I can't tell the difference between one insignificant human and the next. Oh well, no matter, there's much more Decepticon fun to come!

Bumblebee:
We are so scrapped.

Blitzwing:
[Random] Oh, look! I have a hole in my rockets!

Bulkhead:
There's no anti-lock brakes on these servos!

Bumblebee:
I think the humans call them legs.

Sari Sumdac:
Hello? Guys? Cute girl with jet pack is here!

Soundwave:
Escape is impossible. Autobots inferior, Soundwave superior.

Megatron:
Bow before Megatron! Now that I am lord of Cybertron, I return to Earth to exterminate all organics once and for all!

Starscream:
Especially those machines who have chosen to become organics!

Blitzwing:
[Icy] Why would ze Autobots chose to be human?

Blitzwing:
[Random] Not for ze fashion sense, I can tell you that! Hahaha!

Blitzwing:
[Hothead] Who cares? I will crush them into human meat-pies!

Megatron:
No. Destroy them last. So they can watch their pitiful, adopted world perish before their eyes.

Soundwave:
Laserbeak deploy. Operation: Sonic attack.

Soundwave:
[to Laserbeak] The human is of no consequence. Initiating final phase of Operation: Autobot reprogramming. Soon the Autobots will unite with us. Soon they will call themselves... Decepticon.

Bumblebee:
Not that "processor over matter" garbage again! That trick never... [Prowl disappears] works?

Bumblebee:
Virtual Fanzone's gonna be ticked!

Prowl:
It's merely a matter of becoming one with the machine. [loses control of motorcycle] Whoa!

Ratchet:
Now we've got him... right where he wants us!

Scrapper:
[writing in a journal] Day 48. Still separated from my com... uh, my buds.

Sari Sumdac:
You named him Snarl?

Scrapper:
I was gonna call him Slag, but I think he took it as an insult.

Sari Sumdac:
You've got to be pulling my leg!

Wreck-Gar:
Okay. I've got to be pulling your leg! [grabs Sari by the leg] I am Wreck-Gar, the leg-pulling hero!

Soundwave:
I am Soundwave. Resistance is futile.

Optimus Prime:
The techno-organic must be destroyed.

Sari Sumdac:
Oh, slag.

Sari Sumdac:
Wreck-Gar, you're with me.

Wreck-Gar:
Gosh, it's so sudden! Aren't we a little young to go steady?

Sari Sumdac:
Cover me!

Wreck-Gar:
You got it! [throws a cloth over her]

Sari Sumdac:
We've got to divide up! Attack on your own!

Scrapper:
But didn't you just tell us to work as a team?

Wreck-Gar:
Don't you hate it when somebody can't make up their mind?

Wreck-Gar:
Catchy, easy to dance to, but you know what it needs? [starts playing accordion, Laserbeak rips it in half] Everyone's a critic.

Wreck-Gar:
[puts on a Santa hat] Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas! Garbage for all the good little children!

Scrapper:
Hi ho, Snarl! [Snarl kicks him] I shoulda got a kitty-cat.

[Blitzwing and Lugnut attack some humans]

Blitzwing:
These can't be those miserable Autobots, they're far too small... [sees a crane]

Blitzwing:
[switches to Random] But look at that one! It's big, it's bold, it's sassy!

Lugnut:
[to the crane] You! What have you done with our beloved leader Megatron? Talk!

Blitzwing:
[Icy] The Autobots have called in reinforcements. Perhaps we should lay low until we can determine their strength and numbers.

Lugnut:
I will not hide. I will stand proudly and shout Megatron's name to the heavens!

Megatron:
Oh, for spark's sake...

Lugnut:
I believe only two things: the Decepticons will rule Cybertron, and Megatron will rule the Decepticons!

[floating on Lake Erie, in pieces]

Blitzwing:
[Random] Help! Someone give me a hand, or a foot, or even a pelvis!

Lugnut:
I can hear him. I can hear Megatron.

Blitzwing:
[Hothead] Perhaps I should clean out your audio modules with my fists!

[presented with two vehicles to scan]

Blitzwing:
[Icy] I will scan this fighter jet.

Blitzwing:
[Hothead] No! The assault tank!

Blitzwing:
Jet... Tank!... Jet... Tank!... Jet... Tank!

Blitzwing:
[Random takes over] Ooohh, why not scan BOTH?

[first lines]

[Lugnut stomps on a lunar rover by mistake]

Blitzwing:
[Hothead] Careful, you copper-clad klutz! You stepped in something!

Blitzwing:
[switches to Random] But with a few dancing lessons, you'll be light on your stabilizing servos like me! Cha-cha-cha!

Lugnut:
Silence, Blitzwing! I did not follow this beacon halfway across the galaxy for dancing lessons! This was Megatron's ship!

Blitzwing:
[Random] Ahaha, Starscream never did have a knack for parking.

[Lugnut's Punch of Kill Everything nearly takes out Blitzwing]

Blitzwing:
[Hothead] I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times: Give me some warning before you use ze punch!

[Lugnut carries off Blitzwing in search of Megatron]

Blitzwing:
[Hothead] Let go of me, you deranged Decepticon!

Lugnut:
No! The master calls!

Blitzwing:
[Random] And they say I'm ze crazy one!

Bumblebee:
Hey, Blitzbrain! Is that your jet mode, or did your pal Lugnut dump out some spare parts?... How come you have three faces? Couldn't decide which was the ugliest?... And who uses ice as a weapon? What are you, a refrigerator?

Blitzwing:
[Hothead takes over] You want heat? I'll give you more than you can handle! [changes into tank mode... in mid-air]

Blitzwing:
[Hothead] OH, SLAG, NOT AGAIN! [falls]

Megatron:
Ah, Starscream. How fitting to have you by my side as I finally take my revenge on the one responsible for my fifty stellar cycles of helplessness and humiliation. [Megatron aims his cannon at Optimus, then kills Starscream with the key]

Megatron:
Does anyone else have a problem with my leadership?

Blitzwing:
[Random] Uh, no, we're fine.

Lugnut:
NEVER!

Bumblebee:
So what do we do now? Wait for him to turn back into a tank and crash like last time?

Ratchet:
Nobody gets that lucky twice.

Prowl:
Perhaps we can make our own luck. I've noticed a connection between Blitzwing's multiple personalities and his vehicle modes. We can use that weakness against him... but it will require using Bumblebee's greatest strength.

Bumblebee:
What, my stingers? My turbo-speed?

Prowl:
Your obnoxious personality.

Megatron:
[to Isaac Sumdac] I trust you are comfortable in your chair!

Blitzwing:
[Icy] Curious, my electrical systems have gone offline. Which means...

Blitzwing:
[switches to Random]... I'M FALLING! WAHAHAHAHAHA!

Bumblebee:
So... uh... Wasp-inator? You... look taller. And you can fly too! T-That's cool!

Waspinator:
Waspinator MEGA-cool, thanks to new friend!

Bumblebee:
Hey, speaking of friends, I wanted to say I'm sorry. You know, for everything I did and didn't do.

Waspinator:
...Wasp forgive Bumble-bot.

Bumblebee:
Really?

Waspinator:
But Waspinator never forgive!

Sentinel Prime:
Right, okay. Here's the plan. Give me a few nano-clicks to get into position and, then, give me a diversion to draw them away from the entrance.

Jetfire:
De version? Vat kind of version?

Jetstorm:
Means for us to blow something up!

Jetfire:
Oh, good! I am liking de version!

Sentinel Prime:
I just never knew, never imagined that something this... unspeakable could have happened to you. How can you even live like that? It's horrible! It's disgusting!

Blackarachnia:
Okay, okay, I get it! It's bad, but it's not that bad, all right?

Sentinel Prime:
No. It's worse. You should have gone offline.

Sentinel Prime:
Is that..."thing" Wasp?

Waspinator:
Wasp not thing. Wasp UPGRADE!

Sentinel Prime:
What have you done to him?

Blackarachnia:
Oh, cool your crankcase. I just made him technorganic, like me.

Waspinator:
Spider-Bot Wasp's friend! Made Wasp powerful! Made Wasp... Waspinator!

Sentinel Prime:
It's an abomination! Just like you!... And I can't allow it! [Sentinel pulls out his lance]

Blackarachnia:
So that's it? You just slag your old friend Elita-1?

Sentinel Prime:
Don't say that name! You don't deserve to say that name!

[Sentinel swipes, knocking Blackarachnia's helmet off, revealing her true face]

Sentinel Prime:
You're not Elita-1, you mutant freak. Elita-1 went offline a long time ago.

Bumblebee:
What happened?

Optimus Prime:
She sacrificed herself to save us.

Sentinel Prime:
More like she sacrificed Wasp and used his trans-warp field to bug out. Either way, we're rid of them both.

Optimus Prime:
I'm sorry I never told you about Elita. I didn't want to open old wounds, and I uh... I guess I never really apologized for making her leave her behind all those steller cycles ago.

Sentinel Prime:
Yeah, I guess I'm sorry too. Sorry we ever went to that stupid planet in the first place. Besides it's too late for apologies now, Optimus. Too late for all of us.

Optimus Prime:
Yeah, maybe so. But right now Cybertron needs a leader. And for better or worse, that leader is you.

Sentinel Prime:
Got that right, buddy.

Waspinator:
Waspinator cannot go offline. Waspinator have plans.

Blitzwing:
[Hothead] I will pound you into sheet metal! [notices a stack of sheet metal nearby]

Blitzwing:
[switches to Random] Oh, wait, we've already got some!

Mixmaster:
[sees a red car] Whoa, check out the chassis on that one!

Scrapper:
And those tight little tailpipes! Yo, baby, over here!

Mixmaster:
Yeah, I like it when they play hard to get. [They transform and speed off]

Mixmaster:
Yo baby! Honk if you love construction workers!

Mixmaster:
Come on, Bulkie, don't be a puny little yellow compact! [clucks and does the chicken dance]

Bulkhead:
Hey! My best friend is a puny little yellow compact!

Mixmaster:
You okay, bro?

Blitzwing:
[Hothead] DO I LOOK OKAY?

Blitzwing:
[switches to Random] Or do these wing struts make me look fat?

Megatron:
You could be heroes. Statues would be erected in your honor. You could even erect the statues yourselves.

Scrapper:
I've had enough of this dipstick in the mud! [pushes Optimus Prime]

Bumblebee:
Hey! He's our dipstick!

Angry Archer:
An Autobot. Verily, the arrows of outrageous misfortune seek to pierce me to the quick. Exeunt!

Professor Princess:
Explosions aren't nice... except when they look like BEAUTIFUL RAINBOWS!

[Nanosec steals a satellite in a split-second while Slow-Mo slows down some police cars]

Slow-Mo:
Ooh, I like a man who works fast!

Nanosec:
And I like a girl who takes it slow.

Swindle:
[stops Slow-Mo's blast] Negatronic force field emitter! A little something I picked up in an arms deal with the Vok of Nexus Zero. Nice creatures, the Vok. If you're ever in the Nexus Zero area, do yourself a favor and check them out. You won't be sorry...

Swindle:
Megatron, you old warmonger! It's been stellar cycles. I can't tell you how tickled I was to learn that my favorite customer was still online. You look great, by the way...

Megatron:
Oh, spare me the platitudes, Swindle. How did you get this frequency?

Swindle:
A mutual bounty-hunting friend provided it in exchange for a weapon or two. Professional scruples prevent me from revealing his name.

Megatron:
Scruples? You'd sell your own motherboard to the highest bidder.

Swindle:
Are you seeing this? Are you loving this? Every machine, every robot in Detroit, inoperable! I could spring a leak, I'm so excited!

Angry Archer:
[sees Nanosec steal a TV] 'Tis foolish to steal an item of such girth!

Nanosec:
I like to watch sports, okay? All we need is a dolly!

Professor Princess:
I have a dolly! Lots of 'em!

[chasing a rejuvenated Nanosec]

Bumblebee:
How come he looks young again?

Sari Sumdac:
Hmm... wrinkle cream?

Sari Sumdac:
Piece of cake! Watch the master! Uh, mistress. Never mind.

Ratchet:
After those two lost their memories, they forgot everything except how to guzzle oil and be obnoxious.

Bumblebee:
Well, then we'd better hurry. They're halfway to being Decepticons already.

Sari Sumdac:
[pouting] Now I'm stuck here all alone. [smiles] I'm stuck here all alone!

Man:
Dude, why you whalin' on my truck?

Bumblebee:
Sorry, I thought you - he - your truck was someone else.

Mixmaster:
What's the matter with you? You're an excavator, not a golf cart. Now grow a backhoe and let's get some oil!

Mixmaster:
What the front-end-loader was that?

Sari Sumdac:
Don't you two have an outhouse to build or something?

Mixmaster:
Yeah. But first we got a pest to squash.

Sari Sumdac:
This hero stuff is hard work.

Prowl:
No need to be such a technophobe, Captain.

Captain Fanzone:
A technophobe is someone who fears technology. Does this look like fear to you? [smashes phone]

Prowl:
Um, my mistake.

Prowl:
Watch out, quicksand.

Bulkhead:
I see it. You have to be a real glitch head to get caught in that.

Captain Fanzone:
Help!

Captain Fanzone:
Anything out of the ordinary happen?

Bulkhead:
Just the usual stuff: hanging out, teaching her ninja nerve blows, watching cartoons...

Captain Fanzone:
Whoa, back up.

Bulkhead:
Watching cartoons.

Captain Fanzone:
No, before that.

Bulkhead:
Ninja nerve blows?

Captain Fanzone:
You're teaching an eight-year-old ninja nerve blows?

Ratchet:
You want her to pick it up on the street?

Bulkhead:
It's not as if we're having her fight Decepticons.

Prowl:
Yet.

Sari Sumdac:
I gotta go potty.

Cyrus 'Colossus' Rhodes:
Again?

Sari Sumdac:
I'm a little girl. It's what I do.

Captain Fanzone:
You are one twisted fruitcake.

Prometheus Black:
Flattery will get you nowhere, Captain.

Bulkhead:
Sari, you're okay! I found you! How'd I do that?

Prometheus Black:
I love a happy ending. It melts the heart, and other body parts.

Prometheus Black:
[Sari attacks and misses] What was that supposed to be?

Sari Sumdac:
[Prowl attacks and hits] Duh, it's called a distraction.

Sentinel Prime:
As you know I've scanned some typical earth vehicles, sir, so we won't attract attention to ourselves.

Ultra Magnus:
Good work Sentinel Prime, transform! [they transforms into a heavy transporter and odd looking truck]

Bumblebee:
Yeah, who's gonna notice that...

Optimus Prime:
[Optimus Prime drives out of the space ship] It's all right, they're on our side.

Captain Fanzone:
[Sentinel crashes into some cars] That's good 'couse I've worried they might, you know, destroy something!

Bumblebee:
Sentinel is a glitch-head. With all due respect...

Jazz:
[Jazz transforms into a race car] Any species that can come up with a sweet ride like this cann't be all bad

Jazz:
Man... That was some funky blinked color light show! What you call those things again?

Bulkhead:
Traffic lights

Ratchet:
It's primitive! It's barbaric! There ought to be a law against it!

Optimus Prime:
It's just an auto supply store.

Ratchet:
You mean they actually sell spare parts on the open market? What kind of malfunction would be crass enough to buy this stuff?

Bumblebee:
Hey, guys, check out my new horn!

Optimus Prime:
Sorry I scratched your vehicle, sir. I understand something called "insurance" will take care of it.

Ratchet:
Stay with me now. What's your name solder?

Arcee:
Arcee, sir.

Ratchet:
Don't call me sir, I work for a living! Call me Ratchet, understand?

Arcee:
Yes, sir. Yes, Ratchet.

Lockdown:
I like your style. I think we could teach each other a few tricks, if I wasn't about to, you know, turn you over to the Decepticons.

Lockdown:
No way, I shut you down!

Ratchet:
Humans call it "playing possum." Don't ask me what a "possum" is.

Bumblebee:
Loosen up! Enjoy the bright lights, the big city! [lights go out] Okay, enjoy the big city!

Optimus Prime:
You must have seen some pretty serious action back in the Great War.

Ratchet:
Yes, I did, and no, I still don't want to talk about it.

Optimus Prime:
How many more self-diagnostics are you going to run Ratchet?

Ratchet:
As many as it takes.

Optimus Prime:
Old war wounds acting up again?

Ratchet:
Still don't wanna talk about it.

Optimus Prime:
[babbling] But you know you can talk about, to me, about anything; anytime, just bot to bot. If there's anything you need to get something off your chestplate.

Ratchet:
Are you finished?

Optimus Prime:
Apparently I am.

Bumblebee:
You can hide, but you can't run!

Blitzwing:
[Hothead] You have Optimus Prime? Hand him over at once! That Autobot will pay for what he did to our leader!

Lockdown:
Yeah, speaking of payment, I'm gonna need mine first.

Blitzwing:
[Icy] Patience, my bounty-hunting friend. You will not be disappointed with your upgrades, provided I am not disappointed with your results.

Blitzwing:
[Random] Ooooh, I wanna see him turn into a fire truck! Can I? Can I, huh, can I? Ahahahahahahahaha!

Lockdown:
I'm impressed. It's been eons since the last time anyone got the drop on me.

Prowl:
The next time will be much sooner!

Lockdown:
[to Ratchet] Hey, I know you. EMP Generator, right? I'm not good with names and faces, but I never forget a trophy. How's the old bucket? Still dented? Maybe I should pound the other side to even 'em out!

Ratchet:
How're you healing?

Optimus Prime:
Arm's as good as new, thanks to you.

Ratchet:
That wasn't what I meant.

Optimus Prime:
Let's just say I have a much better appreciation for what you went through back in the day and why you don't wanna remember it.

Ratchet:
It's not that I don't want to remember. I have to remember... for those who can't.

Optimus Prime:
Still, I don't suppose it hurts to talk about it sometimes... with a trusted friend.

Ratchet:
So, what do you wanna know?

Ratchet:
[tears out Lockdown's arm] Time was I'd use my EMP generator to do this painlessly. Too bad I don't have it anymore.

Ratchet:
You'll never take another trophy from an Autobot again.

Lockdown:
No? Who's gonna stop me?

Ratchet:
I am!

Lockdown:
You couldn't stop an oil leak!

Bulkhead:
[hit with a hardening agent] That stuff can't hurt me!

Lockdown:
Don't need to hurt you. [walks away while Bulkhead tries to get free]

Bulkhead:
Hey! No fair!

Bumblebee:
[running from lasers] Ow, ow! Watch the racing stripes!

Bumblebee:
That's Prime's ax!

Lockdown:
[knocking Bumblebee down] Prime's ax and pretty soon, I'll have your stingers!

Lockdown:
No, no, no, don't get up Optimus Prime.

Optimus Prime:
How do you know who I am?

Lockdown:
It's my business to know. There's a hefty bounty on the Autobot who destroyed Megatron.

Optimus Prime:
But I didn't destroy Megatron, it was Stars...

Lockdown:
Not my problem, all I know is when I turn you in, I'm looking at the best upgrades of my career.

Optimus Prime:
You've done enough damage for one night. Now please step out of the vehicle, sir.

Lockdown:
[transforms] Just one problem... I AM the vehicle!

Bumblebee:
This place has the greatest stuff! [pulls out mirror dice, a dashboard hula girl, and a pink tree-shaped air freshener]

Bumblebee:
Fuzzy cube thingies, miniature human female replicas... and I don't know what this thing is.

Lockdown:
[takes out Ratchet with one shot] Now, that was just sad... HAHAHAHA!

Ratchet:
I'm a medi-bot, not a field commander.

Lockdown:
This one's for Arcee!

Ratchet:
I guess it never occured to you that the EMP generator wouldn't work on the one Autobot it was designed for...

Lockdown:
Is that all you got? You're puttin' me to sleep.

Ratchet:
Oh, I'll put you to sleep, alright!

Lockdown:
[takes Optimus's axe] Gotta hand it to ya, you're good. That axe is the first thing I've ever seen slice through those cables. But nice as the axe is, I'm really impressed by those grapplers. Guess I'll just have to take them both.

Bulkhead:
[woman on TV pumps gas] That looks like it hurt.

Prowl:
[two cars crash on TV] Not as much as that.

Optimus Prime:
Human upgrades. What will they think of next?

Ratchet:
What RAM-damaged, programming-impaired bot would agree to be in such a degrading spectacle?

Prometheus Black:
Representing the machines, I give you Bumblebee!

Prowl:
That's a human?

Bulkhead:
Must be a new model.

Cyrus 'Colossus' Rhodes:
Stand and fight! What are you, yellow?

Bumblebee:
Well, duh.

Bulkhead:
His attention span must be short, too.

Bumblebee:
I heard that!

Prowl:
Apparently so is his fuse.

Bulkhead:
Oh, the ninja bot gets in a good one! [gives him five]

Ratchet:
Who knew he had it in him?

Bumblebee:
If this is about the wrestling match, I'm retired from the ring!

Optimus Prime:
[puts bell over Meltdown] There. That should hold him.

Ratchet:
I guess you didn't get the memo about the acid that melts through anything?

Bumblebee:
I may be small, but I'm scrappy! I got major skills! [starts driving in circles]

Sari Sumdac:
He's gonna be impossible to live with now, isn't he?

Ratchet:
Oh, yeah. Big time.

Ratchet:
Try to keep him quiet.

Prowl:
You do realize this is Bumblebee?

Megatron:
You have persistence, Autobot. I hate persistence.

Sentinel Prime:
Sir, yes, sir!

Jazz:
I can dig it.

Optimus Prime:
Do you ever get the feeling you were programmed for something more than just repairing Space Bridges?

Ratchet:
I've got a diagnostics program that can delete that feeling like bad line of code.

Optimus Prime:
Ok, what seems to be the problem?

Bumblebee:
I think the technical term is "a bunch of big honking rocks jaming Space Bridge".

Ratchet:
Young bots... Can't live with them, can't melt them down for spare parts...

Bumblebee:
Hello, we're repair crew. Please tell me you're not actually thinking of taking on Decepticons!

Optimus Prime:
Would it kill you guys to say something like watch out, or, I don't know, heads up, or...

Ratchet:
Incoming!

Optimus Prime:
Next time you might want to give us a little warning.

Prowl:
That would just mess up my timing.

Bumblebee:
You'd be grumpy too if you had one servo in the scrap heap.

Ratchet:
I may have one servo in the scrap heap, but I can still hear!

Optimus Prime:
So you're saying we found the AllSpark. The real AllSpark.

Ratchet:
No, I'm saying it found us.

Optimus Prime:
Activate emergency defense system, code name Omega.

Teletran-1:
I'm sorry, this function has been disabled in compliance with Cybertron's ongoing efforts to conserve energon.

Bumblebee:
But we're repair bots! We're not programmed for this kind of action!

Optimus Prime:
Then consider this an upgrade.

Starscream:
[sees Megatron explode] Yes! Okay, solemn face, solemn face.

Starscream:
This is a dark day in Decepticon history. May the legacy of our fallen leader Megatron live in our memory cores for all eternity. As I appoint myself new leader, I solemnly pledge to... Where's everybody gone?

Bumblebee:
You know what? You're even uglier from this angle.

Megatron:
Grrr!

Bumblebee:
Scarier, too.

Blitzwing:
[Icy] As usual, Blackarachnia, your demeanor is as unpleasant as zat cursed organic mode of yours.

Blackarachnia:
Blow it out your actuator, Three-Face!

Blitzwing:
[Fiery] Ze name is Blitzwing, insect - remember it, 'cause it's ze last thing you vill ever hear before I... [Mischievous] ...express my feelings in song, hahaha! [Sings] Ze Itsy Bitsy Spider crawled up ze water spout...

Blackarachnia:
You wanna battle it out here and now, Blitzwing?

Starscream:
Can't you broken malfunctions keep it down?!

Starscream:
Bring me the AllSpark!

Optimus Prime:
I have no idea what you're talking about.

Starscream:
Then I'll just have to destroy these puny creatures for no good reason!

Optimus Prime:
Ratchet, think fast!

Ratchet:
Oh, crud.

Bulkhead:
She sprung a leak.

Sari Sumdac:
It's called crying. It's something we humans do when we feel sad or scared or totally helpless to save the people we care about.

Optimus Prime:
All right, I'll consider your plan.

Sari Sumdac:
It's also a really useful way to get what we want.

Bulkhead:
I got it!

Starscream:
Fool! Did you really think you could keep the AllSpark out of the hands of - [Bulkhead's wrecking ball hits him in the gut] oof!

Bulkhead:
I said, I got it.

Sari Sumdac:
No, he can't be gone. He can't!

Bulkhead:
I don't think that leaking thing is gonna get you what you want.

Optimus Prime:
Is this the Well of All Sparks?

Sari Sumdac:
No, this is Detroit!

Bumblebee:
Hi! I'm Bumblebee!

Sari Sumdac:
I'm Sari!

Bumblebee:
Oh, don't be! I like my name!

Ratchet:
I can whip up an override command, or I can come up there and get my chrome kicked with the rest of you glitches. Which is it gonna be?

Optimus Prime:
Uh, I'll go with plan A.

Optimus Prime:
We need someone small and fast.

Bumblebee:
Why is everyone looking at me?

Sari Sumdac:
Uh, am I gonna be able to breathe down there?

Bumblebee:
Oh, sure. What's breathe?

Optimus Prime:
So I suppose you have an explanation.

Bumblebee:
Actually, I'm narrowing it down to my top five.

Bulkhead:
Looks like this one needs a repair shop.

Optimus Prime:
You mean hospital.

Captain Fanzone:
You mean prison ward!

Captain Fanzone:
[sees Bumblebee exhausted] Tried to nail the guy in the blue car, did ya?

Master Disaster:
Don't move a muscle! Or piston! Or whatever it is you Autobot things move.

Master Disaster:
Ah, a loyal paying customer.

Bumblebee:
Well, loyal anyway.

Sari Sumdac:
What's the matter? Don't you trust me?

Bumblebee:
Yeah, like I trust myself.

Sari Sumdac:
Ick! He's even sleazier in person!

Bumblebee:
You stole something?

Sari Sumdac:
Like you're such a shining example, Mr. Cross-My-Fingers.

Blitzwing:
[Hothead, in tank mode] I will crush all zat stands in my way!

[bridge falls on him]

GPS:
Turn left. Turn left. Turn left.

Captain Fanzone:
Hey! If I want a backseat driver, I'll call my mother-in-law!

Sari Sumdac:
Jump!

Captain Fanzone:
Why would I pull a boneheaded stunt like that?

Captain Fanzone:
How come your interior's so much cleaner than mine?

Sari Sumdac:
Hmm, maybe 'cause it's not on fire?

Captain Fanzone:
Well, that's the problem with bending the rules: they usually snap back right in your face.

Bumblebee:
Where do you get the idea you can just do whatever you want?

Bulkhead:
I can't imagine.

[under the influence of Master Disaster's control]

Blitzwing:
[Hothead] What is happening? Why can't I control myself?

Blitzwing:
[Random] Not that I ever could! AHAHAHA!

[as a racer comes at him]

Blitzwing:
[Hothead] Never give up... [switches to Icy]... Never surrender... [switches to Random]... Never mind! [Blitzwing swerves off into a nearby building]

[Blitzwing notices Bee racing alongside Captain Fanzone's car]

Blitzwing:
[Random] Ooh, isn't that cute? They're twins!

Blitzwing:
[switches to Hothead] I will destroy them both!

[it's raining on Earth]

Sentinel Prime:
Liquid falling from the sky? What is wrong with this planet?

Jazz:
Crazy! It's like a planet and a car wash! You diggin' this or what?

Jetfire:
[decks Ratchet] Wheel-bot is too slow! You must be fast, like fire!

Jetstorm:
[dodges Optimus Prime] Maybe it easier for you if I am just standing still?