Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Death to the Hive.
Pull up, Misfire!
You've got the wrong bunch!
This is what I really call a battle!
Come on!
Your circuits are under my power, Lightspeed.
Kup: How many of 'em, Prime?
I'm fear your logic is faulty.
This whole thing is fixed! He had an unfair advantage!
If the Hive's found our secret base, we're finished! Let's go!
All right, I'll setting them free.
Sixshot, show them what a one-robot army is!
You tell them, Triggerhappy!
The time of the Decepticons, final victory is nigh.
It was the energy from that blasted chamber.
You miserable pile of junk!
Arcee!
That suits me fine.
You feel powerless to resist!
and the machines, serve the Hive.
Boy, are we glad to see you!