Willy: --if you leave this house.
Biff: Exactly what is it that you want from me?
Willy: I want you to know on the train, in the mountains,
in the valleys, wherever you go, that you'll cut
down your life for spite!
Biff: No. No!
Willy: Spite! Spite is the word of your undoing
and when you die with that you remember what dead
and when you are rotting somewhere
beside a railroad track, remember.
And don't you dare blame it on me.
Biff: Dad, I'm not blaming you.
Willy: I'm not taking the rap for this, you hear?
Biff: Dad, that is just what I'm telling you.
Willy: You're trying to put a knife in me.
Don't think I don't know what you're doing.
Biff: All right, phony. Linda: Biff!
Biff: Just leave it there. Don't move it. Willy: What is that?
Biff: You know damn well what that is. Willy: I never saw that.
Biff: Yeah, you saw it all right. The mice didn't bring it into the cellar.
What is that supposed to do? Is that supposed to make you a hero?
Is that supposed to make me feel sorry for you?
Because there will be no pity for you.
You hear that? No pity. Willy: Hear the spite, huh?
Biff: No you're gonna hear the truth,
what you are, and what I am. Biff: Spite!
Biff: You cut it out now! You don't know who we are!
The man is gonna know.
We never told the truth for ten minutes in this house.
Happy: Well, we always told truth.
Biff: Are you the assistant buyer? You're one of the two assistants
-o the assistant I had. Happy: Well, I'm practically--
Biff: No, you are practically full of it. We all are, and I'm through with it.
Now, hear this, Willy. This is me.
Willy: Oh, I know you.
Biff: Do you know I had no address for three months?
I stole a suit in Kansas City and I was in jail.
Willy: I suppose that's my fault?
Biff: Stop crying, I'm through with it!
I stole myself out of every good job since high school.
Willy: And whose fault is that?
Biff: And I could never get anywhere because you blew me
so full of hot air that I could never stand taking orders
from anybody, that's whose fault it is.
Willy: I hear that.
Biff: It's about time you heard it. Linda: Stop it!
Biff: I had to be boss big shot in two weeks and I'm through with it.
Willy: Then hang yourself for spite!
Biff: No! No!
No, nobody is hanging himself, Willy.
I ran down 11 flights with a pen in my hand today
and suddenly I stopped.
Do you hear me?
And in the middle of that office building, do you hear this?
I stopped in the middle of the building and I saw the sky!
And I saw the things that I love in this world.
The work and the food and
the time to sit and smoke
and I looked at the pen in my hand and I said,
"What the hell am I grabbing this for?
Why am I trying to become what I don't want to be?
What am I doing in an office making a contemptuous, begging
fool of myself when all that I want is
out there waiting for me?"
The minute I say it, I know who I am.
Now, why can't I say that, Willy?
Willy: The door to your life is wide open!
Biff: But Pop, I am a dime a dozen and so are you.
Willy: I am not a dime a dozen!
I am Willy Loman and you are Biff Loman!
Biff: I am not a leader of men, Willy!
And neither are you!
You were never anything but a hard-working drummer who landed
in the ashcan like all the rest of them.
I am one dollar an hour, Willy!
I am not bringing home any prizes anymore
and you're going to stop waiting for me!
Willy: You vengeful, spiteful mutt!
Biff: Yeah, Pop!
Pop, I'm nothing.
I'm nothing, Pop.
Can't you understand that?
There's no spite in it anymore.
I'm just what I am, that's all.
Willy: What are you doing?
Aw, what are you doing?
Why is he crying?
Biff: Dad, will you let me go, for God's sake?
Will you take that phony dream
and burn it before something happens?
(heavy breathing)
I'll go in the morning.
Put him to bed.
Willy: Isn't that, isn't that remarkable?
Biff, he--
he likes me.
Linda: He loves you, Willy.
Happy: Always did, Pop.
Willy: Aw, Biff--