"Every galaxy I have traveled, all you species are the same. You all think you're the center of the universe. You have no idea..."
Dreadwind always looks on the bleak side of things. Grim and gloomy, he acts as if his best friend has become permanently inoperative. As ominous as a storm cloud and as chilling as a winter breeze, he somehow manages to convey his doom-laden message even in jet mode!
"Good part, Kup! Tell Swoop good part!"
"Things like taking orders and command structure isn't my thing. A trucker's first rule is 'to go where the wind blows and where his heart resides!' That's how it is for me."
"Are you ready for the greatest night of your life?! I hope not. Because, seriously, you should have higher aspirations. Still, I've got a few yuks on the menu."
"Swindle, would you stop worrying about salvage and scrap those slaggin' Autobrats already!"
"Brawl, you simple brute. There's always time for commerce..."
"Your Majesty, if you persist in insulting my husband, my spear will take your hand. If you do not want your life extinguished, get out of my sight!"
"I'm back from the grave for... 3 MINUTES?! I ONLY GET 3 MINUTES OF SCREENTIME AND 2 LINES?!"
"D'you realize who I am? I'm the Autobot who lands the final punch. I'm the Autobot who leaves you twitching in the dust. I'm the Autobot who decides whether you live or die. I'm a force of nature. An apocalypse on legs. A brutal symphony of sound and fury."
"We are from the stars. We come here to lift you from the drudgery and animal labor of your world."