Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was the energy from that blasted chamber.
You tell them, Triggerhappy!
and the machines, serve the Hive.
This is what I really call a battle!
If the Hive's found our secret base, we're finished! Let's go!
Boy, are we glad to see you!
Death to the Hive.
You miserable pile of junk!
Sixshot, show them what a one-robot army is!
This whole thing is fixed! He had an unfair advantage!
Pull up, Misfire!
You've got the wrong bunch!
Arcee!
Kup: How many of 'em, Prime?
You feel powerless to resist!
Come on!
The time of the Decepticons, final victory is nigh.
That suits me fine.
All right, I'll setting them free.
I'm fear your logic is faulty.
Your circuits are under my power, Lightspeed.