Death of a Salesman Page #3

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even seven thousand dollars

we could buy a beautiful ranch.

I bet hed back you, Biff,

coz he thought highly of you.

I mean, they all do.

Youre well liked, Biff.

I just wonder though.

I wonder if Oliver still thinks

I stole that carton of basketballs.

Oh, he probably forgot that

long ago.

Its almost ten years.

Anyway, he didnt really fire you.

Sure... sure.

Then, what do you say?

We can raise cattle,

use our muscles.

Men built like we are

should be workin' out in the open.

"Loman Brothers", huh?

We'd be known all over the counties.

Yeah, I'd love that bit...

that's what I dream about

coz everybody around me's so false

I'm constantly lowerin' my ideals!

With a ranch, we can do

the type of work we like

and still BE something.

You know the trouble is

we weren't brought up

to grub for money.

- I dont know how to do it.

- Neither can I!

Well then, let's go!

The only thing is... what can you make out there?

But first I gotta show some of those pompous,

self-important executives down at the store

that Happy Loman can make the grade.

You know when that merchandise

manager walks into that store...

The waves part in front of him.

Thats fifty-two thousand bucks a year

coming through those revolving doors...

I wanna walk in that store

the way he walks in.

Then I'll go with ya, Biff...

Then I'll go with ya!

We'll be together yet, I swear.

Too young Biff... too young entirely.

Want to watch your schooling first.

Certainly know Mom can hear that.

Tell the truth, Biff...

Did I ever give you a bum steer?

Isn't that terrible, Biff?

Don't leave again, will ya?

You gotta find a job here.

You gotta stick around.

I don't know what to do about him.

You just listen to your father

and everything will be alright.

But talk to 'im in the morning... will ya?

Biff, that will put it

in the palm of your hands.

We don't want anything

to interfere... do we?

There's plenty of time

to go out with girls...

...when you get

outta high school.

You know Biff...

Girls can be a handicap...

Til you're old enough for 'em.

And I'd watch those grades first, boy.

So...

They called you up on the phone, eh?

Oh, boy!

You must really be making a hit.

I been wondering why you

polished that car so careful.

Don't miss the 'caps!

Pad it up

Happy... get the chamois to those hubcaps!

I'm doing my best, Pa.

Gotta use newspaper

on the windshield, Pa.

That's it, Biff...

Show 'im how to do it!

Use the newspaper like a pad.

Good work, boys.

Shine it up til it looks like glass.

Usin' the old elbow grease, Pop!

Don't forget the inside.

How's that, Pop?

Good job, gentlemen!

Good job!

Hold it for a pass, Pop!

Comin' at ya!

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