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[Depthcharge lies on his back, unable to move
[a butterfly lands on his torso
: [to the butterfly
] What are YOU looking at?
: [puts the stabilizer crystal in her hair
] Oona pretty. Ratrap
: A stabilizer crystal?
: Hey, what are ya doin'? Depthcharge
: Energon circuits... fried... no power. Rattrap
: Ohhh, then switch to glide mode or somethin'! Depthcharge
: I don't have a glide mode, mouse! Rattrap
: But you gotta do SOMETHIN'! Depthcharge
: I'm open to suggestions. Rattrap
: Oh, okay... how 'bout we crash down into that mountains and die horrible, agonizing deaths?
: Ow! Careful, you moronic mouse! Rattrap
: Hey, if you can RIDE a little steadier, maybe I can steer better! Depthcharge
: You couldn't steer a garbage scow! Rattrap
: Yeah, like a floatin' flounder's any better!
: You know, those Preds are probably slagged and helpless back there. We oughta go finish 'em off. Rattrap
: In case you haven't noticed, Scales, we ain't exactly in fighting trim ourselves. I say we go home. Depthcharge
: Why am I not surprised? Rattrap
: Say, uh, Una...
[points his gun at Depthcharge's head
: Cheetor ever show you my recipe for FRIED flounder?
[Depthcharge hits Rattrap with his tail
: Huh, I ain't dead! Depthcharge
: This day's just full of disappointments...
: So... uh... how are you doing there, Charlie Tuna? Them energon circuits still sizzled? Depthcharge
: They'll recover. Just DIG ME OUT! Rattrap
: Hah, and leave me exposed to Pred fliers? Ha ha, NO way! You just lie there and get your juice back. Depthcharge
: Where are you going? Rattrap
: Hey, this is STILL a rescue mission, remember?
: Computer, where is he? Maximal Computer
: Coordinates 0-0-0. Depthcharge
: There's nothing there but rocks...
[Rampage jumps out from underneath the rocks
: Greetings, old playmate, so glad you could come. Depthcharge
: X! Rampage
: I'm called Rampage now. A bit obvious, but to the point, don't you think?
: It's not revenge I'm looking for. It's justice.
: X is not alone. He's a Predacon now under Megatron's control. There are six of them. Depthcharge
: I gotta hand it to ya, Primal, when you screw up, you do it big time. But thanks for the tip.
: Slag the High Council.
: What happened to Cheetor?
[Depthcharge gives Primal Cheetor's breastplate
: Kid was tough. He went out fighting.
: The other equipment has been salvaged, but you took the alien Transmetal unit. Where is it? Depthcharge
: Gone. Ain't that a kick in the lugnuts?
: Raw energon, right through your sick twisted spark. TAKE IT! TAKE IT TO THE PIT YOU SICKENING PIECE OF SLAG!
: I have no time for you, X! Rampage
: Like you had no time for Starbase Rugby? You had friends there, as I recall - tasty ones too!
: You listen, hardhead. Cheetor's gone, and I think you know something! So you will talk, or I will rip out your core processor and extract the information personally! Depthcharge
: Well, since you asked so nicely. Your little kitty-cat pulled some kind of alien gizmo off of Megatron's organic transmetal unit. Optimus Primal
: Did he succeed? Depthcharge
: Yeah, but the device was already activated. Optimus Primal
: He was caught in the overload. Depthcharge
: I already destroyed the gizmo. I'm sorry. I didn't know that was what he'd become.
: I knew saving your hide was a mistake. Optimus Primal
: Rattrap? Rattrap
: Oh, well, yeah, technically, he did KINDA do that... um... eh... thanks.