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: Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. Joey
: I don't believe you. Pinhead
: Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart.
: Human dreams... such fertile ground for the seeds of torment. You're so ripe Joey, and it's harvest time. Joey
] But this isn't fair! You can't! Pinhead
: Save your tears. I'll reap your sorrow slowly. I have centuries to discover the things that make you whimper. Joey
: You bastard! You invaded my mind! Pinhead
: You think your nighttime world is closed to me? Your mind is so naked. A book that yearns to be read. A door that begs to be opened.
: Just give me the box and I'll free you from the future. Joey
: Free yourself from the past. Pinhead
] Don't debate with me, girl! Just come here and die while you still have the option of doing it quickly!
: Demons aren't real. Theyre parables, metaphors. Joey
: [as the doors open and Pinhead enters
] Then what the fuck is that?
: Oh, Doc. No. Camerahead Cenobite
: Have you seen what he did to me, you little bitch? Have you seen?
: Go to hell!