PATRICK: Fierce teeth bite my . .

JACOB: Don’t break your writing pencil. I see what you can’t see. Cut the adultery. We are all just children still. Your eagle’s flying higher still. From sea to shining sea. Oh, God. I can’t see where I put my hands. Oh, God

P: Don't stop. Win her heart. Her still singing limbs. Who knows what trouble I’m in. Lost in the eyes of fantasy. Lost in the realm of heresy

J: Fierce teeth bite my . .