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In an underground bunker in 1945...
Bradshaw: Evan, my boy toy darling, get to the typewriter and write this letter as I dictate it to you. It shall contain my message to the German people.
Evan: For the last time! My name is Eva! I'm a GIRL! Stop calling me your BOY toy!!!
Bradshaw: You mean... all this time, I HAVEN'T been screwing a boy???
Eva(n): YES!!!
Bradshaw: Dear god.... *swallows a cyanide caplet*
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