Michael Anthony: [Anthony descends the stairs into a work room in the estate basement, where he discovers Tipton , seated in a high back wooden chair adjacent to a work table with various objects upon it. Only Tipton's right arm is visible to viewers] You sent for me, sir?
John Beresford Tipton: Mike,
[holding up an old fashioned lantern]
John Beresford Tipton: who am I?
Michael Anthony: [Skeptical] Why, you're Mr. John Beresford Tipton.
John Beresford Tipton: No, no, I mean what character do I represent standing like this?
Michael Anthony: Well, holding the lantern like that, you must be Diogenes, looking for an honest man.
John Beresford Tipton: Quite a cynic, wasn't he?
Michael Anthony: Yes, sir. He went to all of that trouble just to show his contempt for his fellow man. But cynics have a habit of underestimating the human race.
John Beresford Tipton: [Lowering the lantern back to the work bench] That's right. The modern counterpart of Diogenes would probably say that everyone has an angle.
[Tipton hands an envelope to Anthony]
John Beresford Tipton: Our next millionaire.
[Anthony accepts the envelope, bows, and starts to depart]