Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

OPTIMUS PRIME: Strange. No guards.
-[ laughs ]
We'd better check in with Autobot Headquarters!
-The Autobots robbed me of my victory,
-Run for it!
-Yes, but he still has to find a way to get 'em back to Cybertron.
-Four minutes will suffice.
I'll blow 'em up to Cybertron as dust!
It's our only hope.
Surrender. You've lost this round.
At least we'll be shaded from the Sun.
-Bridge? -To Cybertron?
large enough to send to Cybertron.
-Ravage, eject.
-Hey, I wanna go along. Can I, Bumblebee?
-Excellent. We'll be there.
he will lead the Autobots to their doom!
-I must get those cubes over
-Wow...
like it could use some old-fashioned blowtorch work to secure it.
-And we'll have a surprise waiting for them when they arrive!
Prowl.
-Change? That's it!
I'll get him out!
-I'll... get... you!