Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

To the right, Bumblebee.
You're right.
Come on, we gotta find cosmos.
I don't want to be here during the big melt.
You will never get away with this, Megatron.
Inside! Run!
Here is a demonstration of ...
in a desperate search for sustenance.
"What brings you here, Thrust?" - Megatron sends a warning.
What's that on your back, Bumblebee?
- At least we're picking up his signal. - But how are we ever gonna get to him?
Both of you into the ejector chamber immediately.
The Autobots have acquired a robotic insecticide.
Autobots, retreat!