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Carrots...quarter-inch apart. Rows...one-foot rows. One foot. Beets. Lettuce. One foot. What a proposition, ts, ts. Terrific, terrific. 'Cause she's suffered, Ben, the woman has suffered. You understand me? A man can't go out the way he came in, Ben, a man has got to add up to something. You can't, you can't- You gotta consider, now. Don't answer so quick. Remember, it's a guaranteed twenty-thousand-dollar proposition. Now look, Bene, I want you to go through the ins and outs of this thing with me. I've got nobody to talk to, Ben, and the woman has suffered, you hear me.
It's twenty thousand dollars on the barrelhead. Guaranteed, gilt-edged, you understand?
What's the proposition
How can they dare refuse? Didn't I work like a coolie to meet every premium on the nose? And now they don't pay off? Impossible!
They might not honor the policy.
Why? Does it take more guts to stand here the rest of my life ringing up zero?
It's called a cowardly thing
Oh, Ben, that's the whole beauty of it! I see it like a diamond, shining in the dark, hard and rough, that I can pick up and touch in my hand. Not like-like an appointment! This would not be another damned-fool appointment, Ben, and it changes all the aspects. Because he thinks I'm nothing, see, and so he spites me. But the funeral-Ben, that funeral will be massive! They'll come from Maine, Massachusetts, Vermont, New Hampshire! All the old-timers with the strange license plates-that boy will be thunder-struck, Ben, because he never realized-I am known! Rhode Island, New York, New Jersey-I am known, Ben, and he'll see it with his eyes once and for all. He'll see what I am, Ben! He's in for a shock, that boy!
something one can feel with the hand, it is there
No, that would be terrible
He'll call you a coward
No, no, he mustn't, I won't have that!
Yes. And a damned fool.
Oh, Ben, how do we get back to all the great times? Used to be so full of light, and comradeship, the sleigh riding in the winter, and the ruddiness on his cheeks. And always some kind of good news coming up, always something nice coming up ahead. And never even let me carry the valises in the house, and simonizing, simonizing that little red car! Why, why can't I give him something and not have him hate me?
He'll hate you
Where the hell is that seed? You can't see nothing out here! They boxed in the whole goddam neighborhood
Biff walks up
I'm busy. Don't bother me
Don't you realize that?
You're not going to see Oliver tomorrow?
I'm not coming back anymore
he put his arm around you, and you've got no appointment?
I've got no appointment, Dad.
No, I don't want to see her.
We'll tell Mom
No, no, I don't want to see her
Don't bother me will you?
Why don't you want to see her?
There's no necessity to mention the pen at all, y'know.
Hake his hand, Willy
He put his arm around
I've go no appointment
Meantime forget I'm alive
not my hand
Shake hands, Dad
Well, this is the way you're going. Good-by
I was hoping not to go this way
May you rot in hell if you leave this house
(Biff starts to leave)
I want you to know, on the train, in the mountains, in the valleys, wherever you go, that you cut down your life for spite!
What is it that you want from me
Spite, spite, is the word of your undoing! And when you're rotting somewhere beside the railroad tracks, remember and don't you dare blame it on me!
I won't take the rap for this, you hear?
I'm not blaming it on you!
You're trying to put a knife in me-don't think I don't know what you're doing!
That's just what I'm telling you!
What is that?
Don't move it
I never saw that.
You know goddam well what that is.
Never heard of it
This supposed to make me sorry for you?
You hear the spite
I know you
Now hear this, Willy, this is me
I suppose that's my fault
Stop crying. I;m through with it.
And whose fault is that?
every good job since high school
I hear that!
That's whose fault it is!
Then hang yourself! For spite, hang yourself!
I'm through with it!
The door of your life is wide open!
Why can't I say that, Willy?
I am not a dime a dozen! I am Willy Loman and you are Biff Loman
and so are you
you vengeful, spiteful mut!
for me to bring them home!
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