Michael Anthony: [Anthony enters the Tipton study, where he finds Tipton seated in a high backed chair at his desk, smoking a cigar. Only Tipton's left arm is visible to the viewers] You sent for me, sir?
John Beresford Tipton: Mike,
[Tipton reaches for a framed picture of a young boy]
John Beresford Tipton: look at this.
[Tipton hands the photograph to Anthony. Tipton chuckles]
John Beresford Tipton: He was a little self-conscious, wouldn't you say?
Michael Anthony: [Anthony examines the photo] Charming picture, sir. Who is it?
John Beresford Tipton: Oh, now, you mean you couldn't see the resemblance? That, Mike, is little Johnny Tipton, age ten.
Michael Anthony: [Surprised] You, sir?
[Anthony now examines the photo more closely]
Michael Anthony: Well, now that you mention it, I can see a certain...
John Beresford Tipton: [Chuckles] Oh, come on, Mike - you can not! You know, Mike, people don't realize how deep and permanent children's emotions are. Why, I still remember the first girl I fell in love with,
[Pointing to the photo]
John Beresford Tipton: when I was wearing that suit.
Michael Anthony: You do?
John Beresford Tipton: I wonder if she ever remembered me.
[Tipton hands over an envelope to Anthony]
John Beresford Tipton: Here you are, Mike - our next millionaire.
[Anthony bows and departs]