Tesla (grinning after another skirmish): This is fun, isn't it? Just like old times, back in London? When was that - '42, '43?
Helen: I prefer not to think about it.
Tesla: Come on, Helen. Every major spy agency in the world was looking for me. I needed your help. And besides, what's a faked death among friends?
Helen: Whose harebrained notion was it to supply every Allied government with plans of your death-ray weapon?
Tesla: Well, I thought they'd all share it, that peace would break out. I did. I had my Nobel speech all memorized.