Wild Strawberries,1957, Bergman - You re a selfish old man, uncle Isak!

What do you have against me?
Shall I be frank?
Yes, I'm asking you.
You're a selfish old man, Uncle Isak. You're utterly ruthless and never listen to anyone but yourself. But you hide it all behind your old-world manners and charm. Beneath your benevolent exterior, you're as hard as nails. But you can't fool us who have seen you at close quarters.
...Perhaps you've forgotten, but you said, "Don't try to draw me into your marital squabbles. I don't give a damn. You and Evald must make the best of it."
Did I say that?
-Not only that. - Oh, no.
These were your very words: "I have no respect for mental suffering, so don't come lamenting to me. If you need therapy, you'd better see a shrink. Or why not a minister? It's in fashion now."
Did I say that?
Your judgments are very categorical, Uncle Isak. I should hate to depend on you.
I have liked having you about the house.
Like a cat.
A cat or a human being.
You're a fine young woman, and I'm sorry you dislike me.
I don't dislike you.
Really?
I feel sorry for you.