[Una keeps her hands to herself, because she can scarcely guess what half the items here are. She pauses in front of a thing that looks like a hand-held garden sprayer and gives Narvin a sardonic look.]

There's an "alternate reality" [you can hear the inverted commas] out there where Hitler's a police chief in Berlin. Which sounds to me like someone succeeded in changing matters in at least one parallel, for a certain definition of success.

[Baiting Narvin? Maybe just a bit?]