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Willy: (stopping the incipient argument, to Happy) Sure, he’s gotta practice with a regulation ball, doesn’t he? (to Biff) Coach’ll probably congratulate you on your initiative!
Biff: Oh, he keeps congratulating my initiative all the time, pop.
Willy: That’s because he likes you. If somebody else took that ball there’d be an uproar. So what’s the report, boys, what’s the report?
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Linda: Willy, dear. Talk to them again. There’s no reason why you can’t work in New York.
Willy: They don’t need me in New York. I’m the New England man. I’m vital in New England.
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Willy: (with pity and resolve) I’ll see him in the morning; I’ll have a nice talk with him. I’ll get him a job selling. He could be big in no time. My God! Remember how they used to follow him around in high school? When he smiled at one of them their faces lit up. When he walked down the street…
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Willy: How can he find himself on a farm? Is that a life? A farmhand? In the beginning, when he was young, I thought, well, a young man, it’s good for him to tramp around, take a lot of different jobs. But it’s more than ten years now and he has yet to make thirty-five dollars a week!
Linda: He’s finding himself, Willy.
Willy: Not finding yourself at the age of thirty-four is a disgrace!
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Willy: No, Ben! Please tell about Dad. I want my boys to hear. I want them to know the kind of stock they spring from. All I remember is a man with a big beard, and I was in Mamma’s lap, sitting around a fire, and some kind of high music.
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Charley: You want a job?
Willy: I got a job, I told you that. What the hell are you offering me a job for?
Charley: Don’t get insulted.
Willy: Don’t insult me.
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Willy: 'Cause what could be more satisfying than to be able to go, at the age of eighty-four, into twenty or thirty different cities, and pick up a phone, and be remembered and loved and helped by so many different people? Do you know? When he died—and by the way he died the death of a salesman, in his in his green velvet slippers in the smoker of New York, New Haven and Hartford, going into Boston—when he died, hundreds of salesman and buyers were at his funeral. Things were sad on a lotta trains for months after that. In those days, there was personality in it, Howard. There was respect, and comradeship and gratitude in it. Today it’s all cut and dried, and there’s no chance for bringing friendship to bear—or personality. You see what I mean? They don’t know me anymore.
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Willy: Don’t say? Tell you a secret, boys. Don’t breathe it to a soul. Someday I’ll have my own business, and I’ll never have to leave home any more.
Happy: Like Uncle Charley, heh?
Willy: Bigger than Uncle Charley! Because Charley is not liked. He’s liked, but he’s not—well liked.
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Willy: That's just what I mean, Bernard can get the best marks in school, y'understand, but when he gets out in the business world, y'understand, you are going to be five times ahead of him. That's why I thank Almighty God you're both built like Adonises. Because the man who makes an appearance in the business world, the man creates personal interest, is the man who gets ahead. Be liked and you will never want. You take me for instance. I never have to wait in line to see a buyer. "Willy Loman is here!" That's all they have to know and I go right through.
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Happy: That's what I dream about Biff. Sometimes I wanna just rip my clothes off in the middle of the store and outbox that goddamned merchandise manager. I mean I can outbox, out lift and outrun anybody in that store, and I have to take orders from those petty, common sons of bitches till I can't stand it anymore.
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Willy: There's more people! That's what's ruining this country! The competition is maddening! Smell the stink from that apartment house! And the one on the other side...
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Willy: (noticing her mending) What is that?
Linda: Just mending my stockings. They're so expensive!
Willy: (angrily, taking them from her) I won't have you mending stockings in this house! Now throw them out!
Linda: (puts the stockings in her pocket)
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