What is that you're making? We call it "eggie in the basket". My mum used to make them....

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.