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You and your two boys are going to have dinner. They’re gonna blow you to a big meal! WILLY: Don’t say! Who thought of that? LINDA: Biff came to me this morning, Willy, and he said, “Tell Dad, we want to blow him to a big meal.” Be there six o’clock. WILLY: Is that so! How about you? LINDA: No, just the three of you. WILLY: Me? LINDA: At Frank’s Chop House on Forty-eighth near Sixth Avenue. LINDA: Oh, I forgot! You’re supposed to meet them for dinner. If only Biff would take this house, and raise a family. WILLY: What purpose? Some stranger’ll come along, move in, and that’s that.

#Death of a salesman biff monologue crack#

WILLY: All the cement, the lumber, the reconstruction I put in this house! There ain’t a crack to be found in it anymore. To weather a twenty-five year mortgage is - LINDA:It’sanaccomplishment. WILLY: It’s twenty-five years! LINDA: Biff was nine years old when we bought it. After this payment, Willy, the house belongs to us. But that includes the last payment on the mort- gage. LINDA: All told, about two hundred dollars would carry us, dear. They timethemsowhenyoufinallypaidforthem,they’reusedup. The refrig- erator consumes belts like a goddam maniac.

LINDA: But, Willy- WILLY: Whoever heard of a Hastings refrigerator? Once in my life I would like to own something outright before it’s broken! I’m always in a race with the junkyard! I just finished paying for the car and it’s on its last legs. Charley bought a General Electric and it’s twenty years old and it’s still good, that son-of-a- bitch. WILLY NILLY: I told you we should’ve bought a well-advertised machine.

WILLY: But it just broke again! LINDA: Well, it’s old, dear. WILLY: That goddam Studebaker! LINDA: And you got one more payment on the refrigerator. WILLY: Why are we short? LINDA:Well,youhadthemotorjobonthecar. ? LINDA: A hundred and eight, sixty-eight. LINDA: And Willy, don’t forget to ask for a little advance, because we’ve got the insurance premium. You going to talk to Howard today? ARTHUR MILLER Death of a Salesman, Act II 1587 WILLY: Yeah. Did he decide how much he’s going to ask Oliver for? LINDA: He didn’t mention it, but I imagine ten or fifteen thousand. WILLY: I could build two guest houses, so they’d both come. ’Cause I got so many fine tools, all I’d need would be a little lumber and some peace of mind. WILLY: And they’ll get married, and come for a weekend. WILLY: You wait, kid, before it’s all over we’re gonna get a little place out in the country, and I’ll raise some vegetables, a couple of chickens. Gee, on the way home tonight I’d like to buy some seeds. He could be a-anything in that suit! WILLY: There’s no question, no question at all. There’s no question, there simply are certain menthattakelongertoget-solidified. He couldn’t wait to get downtown to see Oliver. I can’t get over the shaving lotioninthishouse! WILLY: Mmm- LINDA: Biff was very changed this morning. WILLY: Good work! LINDA: It was so thrilling to see them leaving together. Boys left nice and early, heh? LINDA: They were out of here by eight o’clock. Imagine, sleeping till ten on a Tuesday morning. LINDA:Can I make you some eggs? WILLY: No. WILLY, in shirt sleeves, is sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee, his hat in his lap. The curtain rises as the music fades away.