YOU ARE BUT THE KINDLING

Transcript:
Von List: Can you hear me, professor? Of course you can.
Von List: What else is there for you to do than sit at your radio and pray for salvation?
Von List: I should have sent you to the camps when we first met. It makes my skin crawl to even breathe the same air you do.
Von List: You were my greatest mistake -- but one I can still correct.
Von List: So go on, play your games. Do your worst. Those soldiers who are helping you are braver, finer people than you could ever be.
Von List: And, still, they will die like dogs. One by one.
Von List: And as they do, I shall savor the pain it brings to that soft, degenerate heart of yours.
Von List: Yes, professor, I will make sure you die last.
Von List: The world I usher in will have no place for your kind. Only the strong. The pure.
Von List: A world cleansed by fire will suit me quite well. You are but the kindling.