Evey Hammond:
What is that you're making?
Gordon Deitrich:
We call it "eggie in the basket". My mum used to make them.
Evey Hammond:
This is weird.
Gordon Deitrich:
What?
Evey Hammond:
The first morning I was with him, he made me eggs just like this.
Gordon Deitrich:
Really?
Evey Hammond:
I swear.
Gordon Deitrich:
That is a strange coincidence. Although, there's an obvious explanation.
Evey Hammond:
There is?
Gordon Deitrich:
Yes, Evey. I am V. At last you know the truth. You're stunned, I know. It's hard to believe isn't it, that beneath this wrinkled, well-fed exterior there lies a dangerous killing machine with a fetish for Fawkesian masks. ¡Viva la revolución!
Evey Hammond:
That is *not* funny, Gordon.
Gordon Deitrich:
[sighs]
Yeah, I know. I'm useless without a studio audience.
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