ˈæftɚ ðə lˈæst ʌvðə ɹᵻpˈoːɹɾɚz hɐz lˈɛft, hiː ɹᵻmˈɑːɹks tə wˈʌn ʌv hɪz blˈæk bˈɛlhɑːps hˈuːm hiː hɐbˈɪtʃuːəli tɹˈiːts wɪð pˈɛɾi kˌɑːndᵻsˈɛnʃən ðætðə mˈɑːɹʃənz mˈiːn nˈʌθɪŋ, tə wˌɪtʃ ðə bˈɛlhɑːps nˈɑːmɪkli ɹᵻplˈaɪz ðæt ðeɪ mˈiːn ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt dˈiːl tə hˌɪm.
After the last of the reporters has left, he remarks to one of his black bellhops - whom he habitually treats with petty condescension - that the Martians mean nothing, to which the bellhops gnomically replies that they mean a great deal to him.