Nazi: My god! It's you! It's really you! 

Howard: Yes it's me. How did you know I was alive?

Nazi: I heard rumors. Ghosts, really, hinting that you'd made a life here. But why Washington of all places?

Howard: Why not? It's the perfect cover. Who'd have thought that I, the notorious son of Hitler, would be marrying the President's daughter.

Nazi: That's a little bold, don't you think? There will be much public exposure.

Howard: Yes. Imagine their surprise when they find out I'm also having an affair with her mother, the first lady.

Nazi: But what if someone recognizes you? You could at least shave the mustache.

Howard: The mustache is my father's

Nazi: But it's a Hitler mustache.

Howard: It's a "Howard" mustache now. But it'll be a Hitler mustache soon enough.