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: Any Autobot who won't fight the Decepticons is no better than a Con himself. We're at war! Prowl
: It's not my war! Warpath
: Then maybe I should take you out back and MAKE it your war!
: Why should I risk my chassis for anyone? Nobody ever risked their chassis for me! Yoketron
: Keeping you out of the stockade, I am risking something for you. But if you are willing to learn, that risk could be rewarding. Prowl
: A rusty old boltbucket like you, teach ME anything? Doubtful. Yoketron
] I will make you a deal: if you can get out the door before I stop you, you are free to go and all charges will be dropped. Prowl
: See ya!
[transforms and races to the exit... and is trounced by Yoketron
: If you would care to learn, you may stay and make yourself useful.
[takes out a broom
: You can start, by cleaning up this mess.
[Yoketron removes Prowl's equipment
: Wait! Without my gear I'm nothing! Yoketron
: And nothing is where we must begin.
: You led the attack on the fortress. You took the protoforms! Lockdown
: If my first act as a bounty hunter was betraying my sacred sensei, everything since has been easy.
: Diggin' the new armor, specially Yoketron's helmet. He'd be proud to have you wear it. Prowl
: Thank you. I plan to do everything in my power to be worthy of it.
: Give me Yoketron's helmet.
: It's a signal beacon. We've been duped. Jazz
: Deceived by a Decepticon. Who'd have thought?
: [trying to train Bulkhead
] No, you must move like a gentle wind. Bumblebee
: Gentle wind? You'll be lucky to get him down to an omega-class solar storm! Ratchet
: Nice, Prowl. Maybe next you can try teaching an engine block to float.
: This island will be the perfect place to train you. Quiet, peaceful, and nothing around for you to smash.
: Assess the situation, choose your move, and execute with graceful precision.
[slices some falling leaves in half
: Access the situation. Choose my move. Execute with graceful precision.
[knocks several trees over
: Don't these things ever learn? Grimlock
: Cars and trucks BAD! Prowl
: Apparently they learned to talk.
: Wait. I was thinking, maybe we should try luring them away from civilians first. Optimus Prime
: Good thinking, Bulkhead. Prowl
: He said "good thinking." Bumblebee
: And "Bulkhead."
: What are you doing? Bulkhead
: I'm doing what you do. Prowl
: Better idea: do what you do. Bulkhead
: [slams into Snarl and knocks him over
] Excuse me.
[knocks Swoop out of the air
: Sorry, my bad.
: Just because something is big and lumbering and destructive, doesn't mean you give up on it.
: We have stasis cuffs and an EMP generator, what more do we need? Bulkhead
: Oh, I don't know, how about a little common sense?
: Hey! You call this a fight? I'll rust before someone wins, and I'm in a vacuum! Lockdown
] Will you keep quiet!
: Quit showing off and keep your eyes on the prize. Prowl
: Can't I do both?
: Prowl, any sign of the Dinobots? Prowl
: Negative, Ratchet. I'm starting to think those reports of rampages were nothing but exaggeration. Optimus Prime
: We're not taking any chance, Prowl, that's why I had Ratchet lend you his EMP generator and those stasis cuffs. Prowl
: Still, I hardly think they're necessary. The Dinobots are territorial, but if left alone, they're perfectly happy.
[Grimlock roars and runs out of the forest, charging the Autobots
: He doesn't look too happy to me!
: No need to be such a technophobe, Captain. Captain Fanzone
: A technophobe is someone who fears technology. Does this look like fear to you?
: Um, my mistake.
: Watch out, quicksand. Bulkhead
: I see it. You have to be a real glitch head to get caught in that. Captain Fanzone
: Anything out of the ordinary happen? Bulkhead
: Just the usual stuff: hanging out, teaching her ninja nerve blows, watching cartoons... Captain Fanzone
: Whoa, back up. Bulkhead
: Watching cartoons. Captain Fanzone
: No, before that. Bulkhead
: Ninja nerve blows? Captain Fanzone
: You're teaching an eight-year-old ninja nerve blows? Ratchet
: You want her to pick it up on the street? Bulkhead
: It's not as if we're having her fight Decepticons. Prowl
: [woman on TV pumps gas
] That looks like it hurt. Prowl
: [two cars crash on TV
] Not as much as that.
: That's a human? Bulkhead
: Must be a new model.
: His attention span must be short, too. Bumblebee
: I heard that! Prowl
: Apparently so is his fuse. Bulkhead
: Oh, the ninja bot gets in a good one!
[gives him five
: Who knew he had it in him?
: I'm telling you, there's no way this "Santa" can deliver billions of presents in one night. Prowl
: I can think of at least one way. Ho
[creates a hologram
[creates another hologram
: Ho. Optimus Prime
: A sound theory, Prowl. I did see multiple Santas in the shopping district tonight.
: [looking at Prowl's salad
] Hey, how come your fuel is different from ours? Prowl
: I chose the vegetable fuel because it burns cleaner. Don't you know where that animal flesh comes from? Bulkhead
: [wolfing down burgers
] No, but I know where it's going. Bumblebee
: Half of it is going on your clothes.
: It's merely a matter of becoming one with the machine.
[loses control of motorcycle
: Try to keep him quiet. Prowl
: You do realize this is Bumblebee?
: So what do we do now? Wait for him to turn back into a tank and crash like last time? Ratchet
: Nobody gets that lucky twice. Prowl
: Perhaps we can make our own luck. I've noticed a connection between Blitzwing's multiple personalities and his vehicle modes. We can use that weakness against him... but it will require using Bumblebee's greatest strength. Bumblebee
: What, my stingers? My turbo-speed? Prowl
: Your obnoxious personality.
: Sorry, ma'am. I do apologize for the inconvenience. Are you all right? Kelly
: For someone who's been attacked by a giant flying squirrel and a huge toad, a maniacal shark and a monstrous skunk... sure, I'm just fine.
: I'm impressed. It's been eons since the last time anyone got the drop on me. Prowl
: The next time will be much sooner!
: [to a red car
] Hey... That's a pretty slick little chassis you got there.
[the car's female driver giggles
: Quit foolin' around, Sideburn! You got T-AI's alert, same as I did! We've got a battle protocol to respond to, so step on it! Sideburn
: All right, I'm going, I'm going. But just look at that paintjob, will ya? Ain't she a beaut? Prowl
: Don't make me get out my towbar...
: So let me get this straight, you're an Autobot intelligence officer and you've found Megatron's hideout? Blurr
: That is correct, Optimus Prime. I have already reported my findings to the Elite Guard, requesting immediate reinforcements, but was informed that initial support would be delayed due to the fact that the Autobot forces are stretched too thin combating Decepticon uprisings along the edge of the galaxy. Further intelligence has also revealed that a human named Isaac Sumdac has been cooperating with the Decepticon leader by reverse engineering a space bridge schematic stolen by your ship. Which in Megatron intends to use to stage a sneak attack inside of Cybertron while planet's defense forces are at their weakest. But he's runnign difficulty getting the device operational. That's where you fellow buck comes in. Earlier today, I intercepted a communication between Megatron and a Decepticon double agent involving a plot to kidnap Autobot Bulkhead after discovering he's the galaxy's foremost expert in space bridge technology. Average to course, I mean that some kind of cooperation would undoubtedly have dire results and lead to Megatron's... Bumblebee
: Woah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up! Prowl
: Did he just say Bulkhead? Optimus Prime
: Our Bulkhead? Ratchet
: An expert? On anything?
: Next time you might want to give us a little warning. Prowl
: That would just mess up my timing.
[near the third time-warp, the two gangs, bikers versus cowboys, hold their positions, staring at each other threateningly. The bikers' leader starts his bike toward the cowboys, and the rest of the bikers follow. The cowboys spread to the sides of the road
] Cowboys gang leader
: Whoa there! Come on, let's whop these urban tenderfeet!
[the cowboys leader rides his horse toward the bikers' leader. the two gang leaders head for each other. The biker gang leader pulls out metal chain, but before he manages to use it, the cowboy gang leader jumps at him, both crash to the ground. The biker's motorcycle continues to drive, into the other bikers, causing chaos among them. One of the cowboys tries to ride the abandoned motorcycle, bumps into a tree and gets thrown away from the motorcycle. The two gang leaders engage in fist fight, but then Prowl, Jazz, Red Alert and Inferno arrive at the scene
] Okay, let's straighten out this mess...
[the other Autobots transform too
] Cowboys gang leader
: Talkin' horseless carriages? What's next?
[the cowboys draw their guns
: Disarmament... acid pellet style!
[Prowl shoots acid pellets at the cowboys, reducing their guns to useless metal scraps
: Next, how 'bout number one on the bottom forty!
[Jazz activates his loudspeakers, making very loud music. The cowboys cover their ears painfully
] Cowboys gang leader
: This trail's spooked, boys! Mount up!
[the cowboys mount their horses, attempting to ride away from the area
] Cowboys gang leader
: We're ridin'! Red Alert
: [Blocks the cowboys' way
] Not in this direction, boys! Don't you dare!
[Red Alert shoots in front of the cowboys. The horses stop in fear
] Red Alert
: Pitch in, Inferno, or do you want me to do it all by myself? Red Alert
: [stepping forward
] Let me put out their fire for good...
[Inferno sprays the cowboys and their horses with bursts of CO2 foam, forcing them to the opposite direction, toward the time-warp. The cowboys, who have had enough, ride into the time-warp. Shortly after they disappear into the warp, it closes and vanishes without a trace. Meanwhile the bikers watch in amazement