We have escape pods to get us off the planet in case of disaster.

Once we get inside, don't speak for the first hundred yards,

or the whole structure will collapse on top of us.

Don't move. The missile's trying to sense our presence.

Lie down!

Hurry! We don't have much time!

I've never seen anything this beautiful in the entire galaxy....

All right, give me the bomb.

We've got five minutes to get off this planet. Let's go!

Come on. We'll get the last laugh.

Run, you Autobot cowards!

Every Decepticon for himself!

It's as beautiful in death as it was in life.

Well, no need to get all mushy. Cybertron's a better place anyway —

not so...perfect!

We're pinned down! Can't move!

Not go more, door is floor!

Never mind!

Come on. Let's get outta here before the Decepticons use us for target practice.

But what about us? My robots!