My take on the timid but thoughtful Paul Hayes and the strong and cocky William Powell
Paul Hayes: "When they took us in, they treated me as if I were royalty, they put us in the guest bedroom. Who seemed to be the mother was laying a wet rag on my forehead, when she smelt my breath. As soon as she smelt the alcohol on my lips, the family began to beat me to the bone. Except for the girl in the corner, she just wept softly. She's not like them, and she may be our only way out of here!"
William Powell: "You devils can whip, cut, scrape, tear, rip, and pull off every piece of my body, BUT YOU WILL NOT BREAK ME."