The Millionaire1955

Michael Anthony:
[Anthony enters a sort of museum of history, which contains four figures in suits of armor. Anthony glances at an empty, high-backed chair and looks around the room but sees no one. He tentatively asks] You sent for me, sir?

John Beresford Tipton:
[One of the figures in a suit of armor, visor down, steps off a riser onto the floor and approaches Anthony] Yes, Mike?

Michael Anthony:
Mr. Tipton!

John Beresford Tipton:
[Chuckles] This just came today [meaning the suit of armor] and I couldn't resist to see how it felt to be a medieval man.

Michael Anthony:
Well, what's it like?

John Beresford Tipton:
I must admit I feel the weight of the ages - the heavy load of years of tradition.

Michael Anthony:
It does seem to make your progress difficult, sir.

John Beresford Tipton:
Yes, tradition usually holds back progress. [Tipton points to desk] Our next millionaire, Mike. [Anthony retrieves an envelope and studies the name of the recipient] But first, you better get me out of this. [Anthony places the envelope in his suit pocket]

Michael Anthony:
[Anthony steps to Tipton and tries to dislodge the suit's headpiece] I'll do my best, sir.