Michael Anthony: [Anthony enters the study to discover Tipton, seated in a high-backed chair at a desk containing numerous examples of ink blots. Only Tipton's right arm is visible to viewers] You sent for me, sir?
John Beresford Tipton: Mike,
[Tipton hands a card to Anthony]
John Beresford Tipton: do you know what this is?
Michael Anthony: [Observing] It's an ink blot, sir.
John Beresford Tipton: Oh, a very special ink blot, Mike. One of the original series of standard patterns devised for analyzing personality characteristics. To one person, it was a beautiful butterfly; to another, a funeral wreath.
Michael Anthony: [Wryly] It wasn't the ink blot itself.
[Anthony hands back the card to Tipton]
Michael Anthony: It was obviously what they had on their minds.
John Beresford Tipton: Fear plays strange tricks. It can transform something as innocuous as an ink blot into an object of horror.
[Tipton hands envelope to Anthony]
John Beresford Tipton: Our next millionaire, Mike.
[Anthony accepts envelope and bows]