Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Looks like he's bound for the junkyard not the repair shop.
That was heaven.
Unconscious. She won't feel a thing!
Anyone who doesn't can leave, just like Allegra!
He says Allegra's got a pad where she goes to jam new harmonies.
This is your war, not ours!
Whatever. The inhabitants of this world are gonna need our help,
Now we go to Earth to play this little tune for Metroplex!
Everybody's a critic. Where's this pad?
You decieved me!
Yeah, yeah! Beauty like you wouldn't believe, Broadside.
I told you. They use their harmonies for everything, even healing.
Did that destroy them, Galvatron?
Autobots! They've got the harmonic weapon!
Broadside! Deploy our secret weapon!