"What are you going out here? You'll catch a cold." "I'm fine, Ratchet. I'm always here when the weathers like this." "And you're going to get sick." "Ratch', I'm perfectly fine." 'Cause there'll be no sunlight. If I lose you, baby. There'll be no clear skies. If I lose you, baby. Just like the clouds. My eyes will do the same, if you walk away. Everyday it will rain. Transformers belong to Hasbros.