Death of Salesman
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- Well, that’s nothing. Something must’ve reminded you.
- What darling?
- I was thinking of the Chevy..1928...When I had that Chevy- That funny? I coulda sworn I was driving that Chevy today.
- That is the most remarkable thing.
- Remarkable. Ts. Remember those days? The way Biff used to simonize that car? The dealer refused to believe there was eighty thousand miles on it.
- Sure, sure! If I’d gone with him to Alaska that time, everything would’ve been totally different.
- —or rather, I was in the office here—it was right over this desk—and he put his hand on my shoulder—
- I averaged a hundred and seventy dollars a week in the year of 1928! And your father came to me
- Now, Willy, you never averaged—
- Well, there’s hardware stores on Sixth Avenue,but it may be too late now
- Oh, I’d better hurry. I’ve got to get some seeds.]I’ve got to get some seeds, right away. Nothing’s planted. I don’t have a thing in the ground
- I am not a dime a dozen! I am Willy Loman, and you are Biff Loman!
- You vengeful, spiteful mut!
- 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 ash can like all the rest of them!
- Pop! I’m a dime a dozen, and so are you!
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