- Michael Anthony: [Anthony enters the Tipton library, where he sees Tipton seated in a high-backed chair, browsing through some coats-of-arms. Only Tipton's left arm in visible to the viewers] You sent for me, sir?
- John Beresford Tipton: Mike,
- [Indicating the coats-of-arms]
- John Beresford Tipton: these fascinate me. Some medieval knight undoubtedly carried this one on a shield when he went forth to battle. Today, it's the family crest of one of our social elites. A way of telling you how far back their family tree is rooted.
- Michael Anthony: Some philosophers maintain that pride of ancestry is a hollow virtue, sir.
- John Beresford Tipton: Well,
- [Tipton hands over an envelope to Anthony]
- John Beresford Tipton: here's a young man who agrees with them. Our next millionaire.
- Michael Anthony: [Anthony reads the address on the envelope] Moreland Park? Isn't that a racetrack, sir?
- John Beresford Tipton: That's right, Mike.
- [Chuckles]
- John Beresford Tipton: And as a friendly bit of advice, I suggest you stay away from the pari-mutuel windows.
- [Tipton chuckles and Anthony smiles and bows]
- Michael Anthony: [Anthony calling out at a stable to the next room] Hello there!
- Chris Daniels: [Entering] Hi.
- Michael Anthony: Are you Christopher Daniels?
- Chris Daniels: That's right. I've been expecting you.
- [Pulls out a check from his pocket]
- Chris Daniels: I have the check all ready for you.
- Michael Anthony: *You* have a check?
- Chris Daniels: Yes. And you better cash it right away while there's still something left in my account. I've gotta keep this place for a while.
- Michael Anthony: I think, Mr. Daniels, you've mistaken my identity.
- Chris Daniels: Aren't you from the outfit renting me this place?
- Michael Anthony: No. And I have a check for you.
- [Anthony opens his briefcase and withdraws a check]
- Chris Daniels: What do you mean you have a check for me?
- Michael Anthony: My name is Michael Anthony. I represent a benefactor who wishes to remain anonymous. He is giving you this money tax-free.
- [Anthony hands the check to Daniels]
- Chris Daniels: [Gazing at check] Why would anyone wanna do that? I don't believe it.
- Michael Anthony: Here's the cashier's check in your name. It's yours
- [Pulling out a document from his briefcase]
- Michael Anthony: if you'll sign this paper, agreeing to tell no one how much money you have or the exact amount. The one exception would be in the event of your marriage. Then you might share the secret with your wife.
- Chris Daniels: A million dollars! Awright, where... where's the hitch in it?
- Michael Anthony: There is no hitch, Mr. Daniels.
- Chris Daniels: It's crazy! It's unbelievable! But if this check is good, I'm gonna have the world by the tail!
- [Daniels signs the agreement]
- [first lines]
- Michael Anthony: [to the viewers] My name is Michael Anthony, and until his death, I was executive secretary to John Beresford Tipton, a multibillionaire, who had the strange hobby of giving away $1,000,000 - one million dollars tax-free - to an individual who had never met him, who indeed had never even heard of him. This is Silverstone, John Beresford Tipton's 60,000-acre estate. Mr. Tipton was a man with a wide range of interests. One night, when Mr. Tipton had sent for me, I found him browsing through a collection of old prints of various coats-of-arms.
- Michael Anthony: [Reviewing a file folder, to the viewers] Chris Daniels was assistant trainer for the Roger Willard Stables. But he also had an ambition to make his own reputation in racing. His one asset was a racehorse he had bought with every cent he'd saved - a racehorse named Fine Fellow.