| Waspinator: *makes funny noises* Destroy all auto-bots-bot-bots-bots *makes more funny noises*. Megatron: Waspinator, what are you buzzing about!? Waspinator: Waspinator? Negative-negative-negative. I am Shrapnel, Decepticon her-o-o-o-o. Blackarachnia: Shrapnel? That's a Decepticon from the Great War three centuries ago. He's wacko. Waspinator: Wacko? No. Wonko. Wonko the sane!! *punches his own head* |
| Blackarachnia: Are all your dreams in technicolour? |
| Blackarachnia: Why do you always talk to yourself? Megatron: Oh I just have a penchant for intelligent conversation. |
| Blackarachnia: Anything to get you out of my head. |
| Megatron: We have no time for Maximals. Blackarachnia: When do we ever? Except for maybe that hunky, silver... |
| Blackarachnia: Ready to rock and roll insect? Inferno: I don't rock and roll, I burn. |
| Blackarachnia: Aw. Thought you'd last a little longer. |
| Blackarachnia: I'm beginning to like you skull face. |
| Blackarachnia: Gottacha. |
| Blackarachnia: Calling me a coward is one thing, but no body calls me a Maximal. |
| Blackarachnia: So much for boring. |
| Inferno: *banging on door* Let me in!! Blackarachnia: The only thing worse then a salesman is a pushie Predacon. |
| Cheetor: Blackarachnia? Boy am I glad to see you. Blackarachnia: Yeah, isn't this cozy? Now we can all deactive together. |
| Optimus: I understand. Blackarachnia: Great. That makes one of us. |
| Cheetor: Where are we? Blackarachnia: Nowhere, thanks to our, fearless, leader. Optimus: Nowhere, and everywhere. |
| Blackarachnia: You can teach an old ape new tricks. |
| Cheetor: What are we? Robots or animals? Optimus: Both and neither. Blackarachnia: Well that sure clears it up. |
| Rattrap: This bod is useless. Blackarachnia: Ah, don't underestimate it Rattrap; it's ugly too. |
| Blackarachnia: Still following me. What do I need? A restraining order? |
| Blackarachnia: Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly boy. Jetstorm: Miss me, miss me, now ya gotta kiss me! |
| Silverbolt: Blackarachnia. Oh dark poison of my heart. Blackarachnia: There's only one transformer who could say something that corny with a straight face. |
| Blackarachnia: But how did you? We left you on pre-historic Earth. Waspinator: Yessss. Waspinator had plans. Fleshy-bots worship Waspinator, day in, day out. Waspinator, bored. Fleshy-bots plead Waspinator not go, but Waspinator miss Cybertron. Took forever, but WAY worth it. Now Waspinator cool biker bot. Hardly ever get blown up and, chick-bot dig bruting loner bit. |
| Jetstorm: Get it through your head. I don't care who you think I was, Silverbolt has left the building. Blackarachnia: There's a reason why they call me a black widow. |