Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do what you have to, First Aid. I can take it.
I'll let you live to regret this treachery.
I've got so many responsibilities, I'm not sure I can handle them all.
Galvatron: I tell you for the last time, Rodimus.
Come on, son, we'll be just in time for our rendezvous!
I heard you were a pacifist, but I don't believe
Don't mistake a setback for defeat!
Uh, Galvatron. We got to talk. In private.
Now I destroy you!
Hey, cool your transistors!
The Autobots would probably pay me a fortune for this little baby.
This place was a dreary mess that even Wreck-Gar would avoid...
That's the spirit, Rodimus, thats the spirit!
Stop! Let go of me!
Take it easy, and I'll have you fixed up in no time, flat.
There! Okay, let's go!
Mind if I sit a while and chug down a few sips of oil?
Galvatron: Come, Trypticon, stop trifling with that!
Yeah, maybe I was, but things are becoming real tough lately.
So Galvatron has an ultimate weapon.
You were a little rough on them.