[Depthcharge lies on his back, unable to move]
[a butterfly lands on his torso]
Depthcharge: [to the butterfly] What are YOU looking at?
Waspinator: Waspinator to Megatron. Waspinator has... OW... female fleshy bot... OW... but there is problem...
Megatron: She'd better not be injured.
Waspinator: No, she injuring Waspinator... OW!
Megatron: Ahh, situation normal then. Yes.
Oona: [puts the stabilizer crystal in her hair] Oona pretty.
[being beaten by humans]
Waspinator: Waspinator want to re-negotiate contract!
Rattrap: 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?
Depthcharge: 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!
Megatron: The disruptor cannon is now operational. And as it happens, our targets are right in line with the Maximal base. We shall destroy both in a single, glorious onslaught of energon devastation!
Rattrap: [to Una] You better bail, sister. Cause the ray won't hurt ya... but our exploding bodies might!
Depthcharge: 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]
Rattrap: Cheetor ever show you my recipe for FRIED flounder?
[Depthcharge hits Rattrap with his tail]
Rattrap: Huh, I ain't dead!
Depthcharge: This day's just full of disappointments...
Rattrap: 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?