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: I don't suppose you can tell me what I am, funny green man? Angry Archer
: You are... my partner-in-crime! They call me Angry Archer! Wreck-Gar
: They call me "Worthless-Wreck Walking-Pile-of-Garbage"! Angry Archer
: Oh, really? Bit of a mouthful. Perhaps we should just call you 'Wreck-Gar' for short.
: [seeing Wreck-Gar for the first time
] What are you?... What is he? Bumblebee
, Sari Sumdac
: I don't know, but he's giving off a ton of AllSpark energy. Wreck-Gar
: I am Wreck-Gar! I give off a ton of AllSpark energy! Bumblebee
: So, what, an AllSpark fragment just brought a junk pile to life and made some new kind of Autobot? Wreck-Gar
: I am Wreck-Gar! I am some new kind of Autobot? Ratchet
: Listen up, scrapheap! You're not an Autobot, and you never will be an Autobot. You're only good for one thing: GARBAGE!
: I am Wreck-Gar! I am only good for one thing: GARBAGE! I must deliver garbage to all!
[transforms into a garbage truck and rolls out... but first granting Sari and the Autobots a generous heap of garbage
] Sari Sumdac
: [to Ratchet
] You really have a way with words, don't you?
: [confronting a garbage truck
] Human! The AllSpark fragment, NOW! Wreck-Gar
] No humans here. I am Wreck-Gar! I am only good for one thing: GARBAGE! Lugnut
: Are you an Autobot? Wreck-Gar
: I am Wreck-Gar! I am not an Autobot, and never will be an Autobot! Lugnut
: Ah! Then you must be a Decepticon! Wreck-Gar
: I am Wreck-Gar! I... must be a Decepticon!
[Wreck-Gar places a Decepticon badge on his chest
: Aah, ALL HAIL MEGATRON! Wreck-Gar
: All hail Megatron! Uh... what's a Megatron?
: Get away from those controls, you malfunctioning slag-heap! Wreck-Gar
: I am Wreck Gar! I am a malfunctioning slag-heap! Ratchet
: You glitch-head, you're gonna destroy the whole city! You wouldn't dare do something THAT stupid! Wreck-Gar
: I am Wreck-Gar! I dare to be stupid! I will destroy the whole city!
: Those accursed Autobots will pay for their insolence! Wreck-Gar
[pulls out a cash register
: Cash, check or charbroil? Lugnut
: ATTACK! Wreck-Gar
: Right! What kind of tack would you like? Thumb tack? Carpet tack? Income tack? Lugnut
: Rhaaah, never mind...
[Lugnut prepares his punch attack
: Ah, the universal greeting! Bah weep gragnah weep nini bong!
[gives Lugnut a high-five... and causes them both to blow up
[buried to his shoulders, at the bottom of the river
: Fear not, fellow creatures of the deep! I am Wreck-Gar! I am a hero! Um... excuse me, could someone give me a hand... or, or a fin... anyone?
: Have a nice day and please, close cover before striking, friends! Breep drit, aw rootie! So say the Junkions! Hot Rod
: Where did you learn to talk like that? Wreck-Gar
: T.V. We talk T.V. You talk some T.V.? Kup
: I talk some T.V. And now the news, don't touch that dial.
: Happy motoring. Cock-a-doodle-doo!
: You check in. But you don't check out.
: Yes friends, act now, destroy Unicron! Kill the Grand Poobah! Eliminate even the toughest stains!
: You're all alive! Hot Rod
: The Matrix? Ultra Magnus
: It's gone... Kup
: And with it all hope. Hot Rod
: No! Arcee
: Galvatron has it. Hot Rod
: Where's Galvatron? Where is he? Wreck-Gar
: And the answer is... Unicron!
: Offer expires while you wait, operators are standing by.
: [about the Junkion ship
] Framed in enamel! Resists fire, rain and corrosion for up to five years. Satisfaction guaranteed. Junkions
: Or your money back!
: You've got to be pulling my leg! Wreck-Gar
: Okay. I've got to be pulling your leg!
[grabs Sari by the leg
: I am Wreck-Gar, the leg-pulling hero!
: Wreck-Gar, you're with me. Wreck-Gar
: Gosh, it's so sudden! Aren't we a little young to go steady?
: Cover me! Wreck-Gar
: You got it!
[throws a cloth over her
: We've got to divide up! Attack on your own! Scrapper
: But didn't you just tell us to work as a team? Wreck-Gar
: Don't you hate it when somebody can't make up their mind?
: Catchy, easy to dance to, but you know what it needs?
[starts playing accordion, Laserbeak rips it in half
: Everyone's a critic.
: [puts on a Santa hat
] Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas! Garbage for all the good little children!
: Bulletin: You are in danger of being canceled or losing your time slot. Ultra Magnus
: What's he talking about? Rodimus Prime
: We're gonna get killed.