PATRICK: Kiss and tell? An idiot would. Tell me all you have to say. Endure the pain of what you have to show. Live through me. You will never regret this, never

JACOB: Raise your voice my friends, degrade the silence. Break the quiet down

P: Breath so solemn that it hurts to breathe. Is there no other way to get this need. I feed on the whispers that pulse through the floor. Reach back and notch your bedpost once more

P: Break free from these shackles. Free yourself from my bonds. Have you ever felt so violated?

J: Break your irons in degradation of the silence. Use your freedom, create new noise