Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You were a little rough on them.
So Galvatron has an ultimate weapon.
Now I destroy you!
That's the spirit, Rodimus, thats the spirit!
Yeah, maybe I was, but things are becoming real tough lately.
I heard you were a pacifist, but I don't believe
I've got so many responsibilities, I'm not sure I can handle them all.
There! Okay, let's go!
Take it easy, and I'll have you fixed up in no time, flat.
This place was a dreary mess that even Wreck-Gar would avoid...
Stop! Let go of me!
Come on, son, we'll be just in time for our rendezvous!
The Autobots would probably pay me a fortune for this little baby.
I'll let you live to regret this treachery.
Mind if I sit a while and chug down a few sips of oil?
Hey, cool your transistors!
Galvatron: I tell you for the last time, Rodimus.
Do what you have to, First Aid. I can take it.
Uh, Galvatron. We got to talk. In private.
Don't mistake a setback for defeat!
Galvatron: Come, Trypticon, stop trifling with that!