Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-They've pulled out.
(Spike) Dad, what's wrong? It's me, Spike!
-They want me... to help -- uuuhh! help, uh...
-I hope the saltwater doesn't bleach my body enamel!
-Then make your choice, Optimus Prime!
The Autobots are through, anyway. Retreat!
Operation Guinea Pig is proceeding according to schedule.
-The solar collectors are producing three hundred units of energy per second.
I have something which will interest you.
You’ll get scorch marks on my Selenium shin guards
-Sparkplug, deal with him.
In the next episode of The Transformers:
tidal waves... it will... devastate my planet!
(Megatron) Decepticons!
The sum of Earth's magnificent energy will be mine!