Marvin Miller: Michael Anthony

Quotes 

• Michael Anthony : [Anthony enters the Tipton armory where he sees Tipton, seated in a high back chair at his desk, with several ancient items before him. Only Tipton's hands are visible to viewers]  You sent for me, sir?

  John Beresford Tipton : I wanted you to see my new collection, Mike.

  Michael Anthony : That's an interesting scarab, sir.

  John Beresford Tipton : It was carved in Egypt 2500 years ago by some misguided fool who thought it would bring him good luck.

  Michael Anthony : I suppose every civilization in history has had its good luck charm.

  John Beresford Tipton : There's no such thing as luck, Mike. We make our own.

  [Tipton hands envelope to Anthony] 

  John Beresford Tipton : So, here's another million dollars I want you to give away. This young man has already been extraordinarily lucky - if you believe in that sort of thing.

  [Anthony smiles] 

• Michael Anthony : [to the viewers]  Lucky Swanson was a young man, a hero of World War II.

  [Examining a case history file] 

  Michael Anthony : Our story opens after the war at an America university, where he was studying under the GI Bill of Rights. Like many other veterans of Europe, he had brought back with him a French war bride.

• Michael Anthony : [Anthony rings Swanson's doorbell and he responds]  Mr. Charles Swanson, please.

  Lucky Swanson : I'm Charles Swanson.

  Michael Anthony : My name is Michael Anthony, and I won't be long. May I come in?

  Lucky Swanson : Sure. Certainly.

  [Anthony enters] 

  Lucky Swanson : This is my wife, Valerie Jeanine... my wife, Val.

  Michael Anthony : [to Val]  I'm happy to know you, Mrs. Swanson.

  [Opens his briefcase] 

  Michael Anthony : You see, I have something for your husband that he can't tell anybody about, except his wife. And since you're here, there's no reason why the two of you shouldn't hear the news at the same time.

  Valerie Monet Swanson : Good news?

  Michael Anthony : I think so.

  [Anthony hands a check to Lucky] 

  Lucky Swanson : Hey, Val, it's a check for a million dollars.

  Michael Anthony : It's a cashier's check, as you see. All yours - no strings, and entirely tax-free. There is, however, a stipulation. You must sign this paper, agreeing never to reveal to anyone the exact amount of the money you just received. If you do, whatever money or tangible assets you may have left will be reclaimed on behalf of the donor.

  Lucky Swanson : Sure.

  [Lucky signs the form and Anthony retrieves it] 

  Lucky Swanson : But, who... who gave it to us?

  Michael Anthony : I can't tell you that. The donor specifically requires absolute anonymity. You will never learn who he is.

  Lucky Swanson : Oh, I don't believe this. Oh, I can't believe it. Oh, it's impossible. Things like this just don't happen.

  Valerie Monet Swanson : Lu... Lucky, you must be calm. C'est la vie. It has happened, and you must accept it. Now I... I am very calm.

  Lucky Swanson : [to Val]  Go ahead and be calm. I can't.

  [to Anthony] 

  Lucky Swanson : Mr. Anthony, I've been so lucky all my life, you wouldn't believe the things that have happened to me. And now this, a check for a million dollars. What did I ever do to deserve it?

  [Val faints and Lucky catches her] 

  Lucky Swanson : Now, Val, you can stand... Val... Honey... Wake up.

  [Lucky holds her in his arms and kisses her] 

  Valerie Monet Swanson : A million dollars. Mr. Anthony...

  Michael Anthony : Yes, Mrs. Swanson?

  Valerie Monet Swanson : How much is that in francs?

  Lucky Swanson : [to Val]  You know what, honey? We're going to change some of these dollars into francs.

• [first lines] 

  Michael Anthony : [to the viewers]  My name is Michael Anthony. Until the death of John Beresford Tipton, I served in the capacity of executive secretary to this most unusual multibillionaire. Mr. Tipton was an incredible man with an equally incredible hobby. He gave away millions - a million at the time - to various people he didn't even know, and who never knew him. Here at Silverstone, secluded in his 60,000-acre estate, John Beresford Tipton frequently sent for me with one of these extraordinary missions in mind. I remember once, he summoned me on a night shortly after the end of World War II.