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: I, Galvatron, will crush you just as Megatron crushed Prime! Ultra Magnus
: Then you'll die trying just like Megatron!
[Ultra Magnus fires his laser and hits Galvatron
: Argh! Autobot scrap! Cyclonus
: You want me to gut Ultra Magnus? Galvatron
: There are plenty of Autobots for you. Ultra Magnus is mine!
: Blurr, get the Dinobots in the shuttle! Blurr
: [speaking quickly
] I'm trying to get them in the shuttle, Ultra Magnus. 'Cause I know we can't launch the shuttle until I get them into the shuttle. But I can't seem to get them into the shuttle 'cause they're impossible, impossible, impossible! Ultra Magnus
: Okay, forget it! Kup, Hot Rod, you guys get the Dinobots aboard and get out of here. Hot Rod
: [lassoing Grimlock's neck
] Come on, you big bozo, get in the shuttle!
] Open, damn it, open! Prime, you said the Matrix would light our darkest hour.
: I fear the wounds are... fatal. Daniel
: [long pause
] Prime, you can't die. Optimus Prime
: Do not grieve. Soon I shall be one with the Matrix. Hot Rod
: Prime. Optimus Prime
: Ultra Magnus, it is to you, old friend, I shall pass the Matrix of Leadership as it was passed to me. Ultra Magnus
: But Prime, I'm... I'm just a soldier. I... I'm not worthy. Optimus Prime
: Nor was I. But one day, an Autobot shall rise from our ranks, and use the power of the Matrix to light our darkest hour.
[opens his chest to reveal the Matrix. Removes it and begins to hand it over to Ultra Magnus
] Optimus Prime
: Until that day, till all are one.
[the Matrix starts to fall to the ground. Hot Rod catches it, gives it to Ultra Magnus. Ultra Magnus inserts it inside. Optimus Prime dies
: Roger me. Wilco me. Anything. Hello. Hello. Earth? Blaster
: I'm pickin' up a faint signal!
[He transforms into a ghetto blaster and monitors the message
: This is Jazz. A ginormous weird lookin' planet just showed up in the suburbs of Cybertron. Cliffjumper
: And it's attacking Moon Base One...
[static obscures the message
] Ultra Magnus
: Jazz! Cliffjumper!
: Ultra Magnus, a cursory evaluation of Decepticon capability indicates a distinct tactical deficiency! Ultra Magnus
: In other words, Perceptor...? Springer
: We're outnumbered!
: Did we have to let them detonate three-quarters of the ship? Springer
: Seeing as how they would have detonated four-quarters, I think it was a good choice. Arcee
: But then how are we gonna get there in this wreck? Ultra Magnus
: Perceptor, can you locate a place to set down for repairs? Perceptor
: Gamma waves in this sector of space create marginal navigation probabilities, however...
[Ultra Magnus and Springer look impatient
: Ahem, yes I believe I can. The planet of Junk is in this vicinity.
: 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!
: Springer, you and Arcee transform Autobot City. Perceptor, tell Blaster to radio Prime for reinforcements. Blurr
: [speaking very fast
] What about me, Magnus? What about me? Hmm? Huh? Hmm? Huh? Hmm? Huh? I can help. I wanna help. What about me? Ultra Magnus
: Blurr, you can help me alert the others. Blurr
: [speaking very fast
] Absolutely, positively, definitely. Nobody can get the job done faster than I can. Nobody. Nobody. Nobody. Springer
: Come on, Arcee, let's go. Arcee
: But Hot Rod and Kup are still outside the city. Springer
: We can't wait. They'll have to take care of themselves. Come on!
: Kup and Hot Rod just bought it. Ultra Magnus
: I can't deal with that right now. Springer
: Face it, Magnus. The Decepticons are going to dog us until they see us dead. Ultra Magnus
: Then that's exactly what they're going to see. Prepare for emergency seperation. Perceptor
: That's too dangerous. Ultra Magnus
: What choice do we have?
: Blow these beasts back to the Rust Age!
: Optimus. When we spoke earlier... what could be greater than an army? Optimus Prime
: A human concept, one I have learned since coming to Earth: family.
: [to Wheeljack
] Why are your hands smeared with coolant?
: Last big party of the summer, folks! Let's go out with a bang! Ultra Magnus
: Just once, couldn't your attitude reflect the gravity of the situation? Rodimus Prime
: Not if I can help it!
: 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.
: At last... Cybertron is mine! Ultra Magnus
: You haven't even made the down payment, Galvatron!
: [beating down Vehicons
] Who's wrecking who now? Bulkhead
: Miko? Ultra Magnus
: Perhaps you weren't wrong to bring the human along...
: Fellow Olympians, may today's games usher in a new age of peace and cooperation in the galaxy! And in the spirit of the games, let me introduce the hero of the Cybertronian Wars, the leader of the Autobots, the bearer of the Matrix... and now to officially open these first Galatic Olympics, Rodimus Prime! Rodimus Prime
: Let's do it! Ultra Magnus
: Didn't you want to say something about concord and tranquility in the galaxy? Rodimus Prime
: Aww, give me a break. Start the games!
: As you know I've scanned some typical earth vehicles, sir, so we won't attract attention to ourselves. Ultra Magnus
: Good work Sentinel Prime, transform!
[they transforms into a heavy transporter and odd looking truck
: Yeah, who's gonna notice that...
[Rodimus, after losing the Matrix, has reverted back to Hot Rod
] Hot Rod
: Oh, my aching head! What hit me?
[notices the others looking at him
] Hot Rod
: What hit *you?* What are you all staring at? You look like you've seen a ghost! Ultra Magnus
: We have... Hot Rod. Hot Rod
: Hot Ro - Ultra Magnus
: You no longer possess the Matrix. Hot Rod
: Yeah, I thought I felt something different! Springer
: How do you feel, Roddy? Strong enough to go after them? Hot Rod
: Wait a minute, what's the rush? Ultra Magnus
: The Matrix is the essence of the Autobots; our link to our history, and our future. Without it - Hot Rod
: Aren't you getting a little carried away here? I'm still me, you're still you, Matrix, schmatrix! Marissa Faireborne
: Hot Rod, listen to what you're saying! Hot Rod
: I know exactly what I'm saying! I'm telling you - *all* of you - that I'm sick of being responsible for the preservation of the universe and its outlying suburbs! Day in and day out, punch this Decepticon, bash that Decepticon, what's the point? This has been going on a few dozen millennia now, and I don't see it changing! Do you? You want the Matrix back? Swell! Go get it! But find some other sucker to carry it!
] Hot Rod
: Cause I QUIT!
[transforms and drives away
: This is no place for a one-handed Autobot. Ultra Magnus
: I'll take one bum hand over one good eye any day.