Michael Anthony: [Anthony enters the library to discover Tipton, seated in a high-backed chair, listening to a recording of a man articulating phrases in Spanish, such as "Buenas dias, Senior Garcia." Only Tipton's left arm is visible as he reaches to turn off the record player] You sent for me, sir?
John Beresford Tipton: Buenas tardes, Miguel.
Michael Anthony: I beg your pardon, sir?
John Beresford Tipton: [Chuckles] A greeting, Mike. "Good afternoon."
Michael Anthony: Good afternoon, sir.
John Beresford Tipton: Mike, would you say it's a good thing for a person to be confiado?
Michael Anthony: Confiado, sir?
John Beresford Tipton: [Tipton hands Anthony a book] Here's a Spanish-English dictionary, Mike. You'd better look it up.
[spelling]
John Beresford Tipton: C-O-N-F-I-A-D-O. Confiado.
Michael Anthony: [Anthony pages through the dictionary] It means "trusting", sir.
John Beresford Tipton: That's right. A good quality in any language.
Michael Anthony: Yes, sir.
John Beresford Tipton: [Tipton indicates the dictionary] You'd better take that, Mike. You may need it.
[Tipton hands an envelope to Anthony]
John Beresford Tipton: Our next millionaire. Buena suerte, Miguel.
Michael Anthony: [as he accepts envelope] Hasta la vista, estimado señor.
[Anthony bows as he turns to leave]
John Beresford Tipton: I should have known.
[Chuckles. Anthony gives a slight backward wry smile as he walks to the door]