The Swede : Your Southern prison exposed bone - the marrow truth of who we are.
Cullen Bohannan : We? You got rye in your pocket?
The Swede : In Gundersenville, cold rat meat was a delicacy. And then of course human flesh. You watched as we fought over scraps, and they - they laughed.
[points at him]
The Swede : We lived in our putrid holes we scratched out of the ground. Drinking and defecating in the same water, with disease, vermin, starvation, and cold. A cold death. All the while, you were watching. When I see you, I see them. I hated you even before we met. Now you know why you hate me, huh?
Cullen Bohannan : You're one insane, evil, son of a bitch.
The Swede : Not insane. One day, very soon, you will understand that. The reason you hate me is that I am a constant reminder of the capacity for evil that reside within you.