- [last lines]
- Snake: Poor Mr. Drath. Not quite smart enough were you. They simply don't make terrorists like they used to... COBRA!
- [Michelle hands Rodimus a cup of coffee]
- Rodimus Prime: What's this?
- Michelle: It's called breakfast, dummy.
- [Rodimus takes a sip]
- Rodimus Prime: Mph. Smells better than it tastes.
- Rodimus Prime: Can you repair your body?
- Springer: [sarcastically] I don't know? I never tried to repair myself before.
- Victor Drath: Snake pointed out to me a problem with eliminating only the four of you... namely, an entire city of Autobots who might be tempted to vengeance. I believe in solutions, not problems. You can watch the destruction of Metroplex before you die.