Hell on Wheels2011

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] 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 b*tch.

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.