Death of a Salesman Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1985
- 136 min
- 1,189 Views
from the city.
They should have arrested the builder
They massacred the neighbourhood.
More and more I think of those days,
Linda, this time of year.
It was lilacs and wisteria
and then the peonies
would come out... daffodils.
What fragrance in this room.
- People had to move somewhere.
- There's more people now.
- I don't think...
- There's more people!
That's what's ruining this country!
Population is getting out of control!
The competition is maddening!
Smell the stink from that apartment
house and another on the other side!
How can they whip cheese?
Go down, try it and be quiet.
are you, sweetheart, huh?
No, you've got too much on the ball
to be worried about, my darling.
You're my foundation
and my support, Linda.
Oh, just try to relax.
You make mountains out of molehills.
I won't fight with him anymore.
If he wants to go to Texas, let him go.
- He'll find his way.
- Sure.
Certain men just don't get started
till later in life.
Like Thomas Edison, I think,
or B.F. Goodrich.
One of them was deaf.
I'll put my money on Biff.
And Willy, if it's warm Sunday
we'll drive in the country.
We'll open the windshield,
we'll take lunch.
The windshields don't open
on the new cars.
- But you opened it today.
- Me?
I didn't.
Now, isn't that peculiar?
- Isn't that remarkable?
- What, dear?
That is the most remarkable thing.
What, darling?
I was thinking of the Chevy.
1928, when I had that red Chevy.
Isn't that funny?
I could have sworn
I was back in that Chevy today.
That's nothing.
Something must have reminded you.
Remarkable.
Remember those days, huh?
The way Biff used to simonise that car?
Dealer refused to believe
there was 80,000 miles on it.
Close your eyes.
I'll be right up.
Now, you be careful on the stairs.
- The cheese is on the middle shelf.
Eighty-two thousand.
No, I've always made a point
of not wasting my life.
Whenever I come back here I know that
all I've done is to waste my life.
You're a poet, Biff.
You know that?
- You're an idealist.
- No, I'm mixed up very bad.
Maybe I ought to get married, right?
Maybe I ought
to get stuck into something.
Maybe that's my trouble.
I'm like a boy.
I'm not married, I'm not in business.
I'm just like a boy.
Are you content, Hap?
You're a success, aren't you?
Are you content?
- Hell, no.
- Why not? You're making money.
All I can do now is wait for
the merchandise manager to die.
Listen, kid, why don't you
come out West with me?
And you and I?
Maybe we can buy a ranch,
raise cattle, use some muscles.
Men built like we are
should be working in the open.
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