Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wulf, what're ye doing? Wulf, what're ye doing?
Don't forget about me!
Warpath, come on, we need your help.
And I bid thee hold thy tongue.
We can't trust our lives to unscientific superstition.
The Autobots can't have followed us here.
We need potassium nitrate too.
Some champion, alas.
And if they don't get this thing they call...
Unless thou art willing to settle our dispute in battle.
- Go'eth from here. - Nimue, I want to...
I'd hoped for peace, but if that's thy will, so be it.
And that will be a pleasure.
to settle things peacefully.
to stand invincible in this primitive world.
that my databank dates your costume to 542 AD.
- Starscream, robots ahead. - Could be trouble.
Energy, without energy...
I'll meet thee at arms.