Kup: And that, Blaster, is where human babies come from. Blaster: Ewwww.... That's disgusting!
Rumble: So what are you exactly? Some kind of Racing car/Snowplow/Monster truck hybrid?
Rumble couldn't put his finger on it, but something seemed awfully wrong at the size-matter converter in Drag Strip.
"Now lets check if I'm all here. Legs, check. Arms, check. Torso, check. Head, check."
"Look ratchet, it's not that my hands are stuck on my head, it's more of the whole crotch thrusting problem!"
"Head... Aching... Brain... Melting... Dramatic Speech... Fading!"
"We Transform into WHAT??? Wait till i get my hands on my agent!"
Bombshell: It's so silky, and keeps the dandruff out my cerebral circuits. Shrapnel: I wish he'd learn that we don't have hair to wash!
"Shrapnel, how strong did you say that glue was?"
Ahgghh!!! If I hear another caption involving Pop/American Idol, I swear...
Ultra Magnus: Now you see, this is why you should never use shoulder missles when decorating a wall. Arcee: I see.
And here we see a Scourge in it's natural habitat, playing around in the sand. If anyone dares approach his sand, he'll vicously protect it. Next week on Transformer's Nature Walk, RiD Scourge.
Seibertron's new competition: Spot the Transformer fans in a crowd.
Cyclonus: This doesn't look like the Transformer's reunion. Quintesson: Trust me, it is! Announcer: And we appear to have two special guests at this Conan covention. Cyclonus and a Quintesson from Transformers! Cyclonus: ... Quintess