- Henrik: Dad, where does all this hostility come from?
- Johan: Speak for yourself. When you were 18 or 19, I tried to get close to you. You'd been seriously ill, and your mother wanted us to talk things out. I said to you, "I know I've been a bad father, and I want to do better." And you screamed at me--yes, screamed--"A bad father? You've never been a father at all!" Then you said you could do without my forced exertions. One should respect honest hatred, and I respect yours. But I really couldn't care less if you hate me. You barely exist. If it weren't for Karin, who thank God takes after her mother, you wouldn't exist for me at all. So there's no hostility here, I assure you.