The Millionaire1955

Michael Anthony:
[Anthony descends a staircase into a gallery/showroom of sorts where he discovers Tipton seated in a high back chair at a desk with only his right arm visible to viewers] You sent for me, sir?

John Beresford Tipton:
[Tipton turns a switch on his desk, plunging the room into darkness except for a spotlight shining on Anthony. Tipton chuckles] Know what you are, Mike?

Michael Anthony:
What, sir?

John Beresford Tipton:
You're a great motion picture star.

Michael Anthony:
I am?

John Beresford Tipton:
The spotlight is on you. You're the glamour boy. The girls scream when they see you. They want your autograph. There are stories about you in all the fan magazines.

Michael Anthony:
Yes, sir. [Anthony winces as he looks up at the spotlight above] But the light is blinding me, sir.

John Beresford Tipton:
The glare of the spotlight makes it sometimes hard to see just where you're going. [Tipton turns the desk switch and normal lighting returns] There. It's all over, Mike.

Michael Anthony:
Yes, sir.

John Beresford Tipton:
Here. [Tipton hands an envelope to Anthony] Our next millionaire. [Anthony bows and departs]