Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Shutup or I'll blast you, punk.
-Huh?
I found something, Joan.
-Megatron, attention.
-Simple. We use my transmat reduction beam,
-Perceptor, look out!
-Come on, Autobots.
-The Mayas didn't have space crafts.
-If you destroy his brain he'll fall.
BRAWN: Why dont' we just blast our way through all these weeds?
That's it. Come to papa.
-It's us. We're returning to our normal size.
But he only succeeded in postponing the inevitable.
-You and Bumblebee go with him.
You owe me ten bucks.
-What are they?
-You will suffer for this.
Didn't have to sneak around in these ugly Earth disguises.
-And ask 'im polite,
There is something very weird down here.
-Metal? Impossible.