I’ve been remiss. I know that, Mom. But now I’ll stay, and I swear to you. (Kneeling in front of her, in a fever of self-reproach. ) It’s just — you see, Mom, I don’t fit in business. But I’ll try, and I’ll make good. HAPPY: Sure you will. The trouble with you in business was you never tried to please people. BIFF: I don’t care what they think! They’ve laughed at Dad for years, and you know why? Because we don’t belong in this nuthouse of a city! We should be mixing cement on some open plain or — or carpenters. A carpenter is allowed to whistle! a willy msuk lg smbil ndgerin, nyaut WILLY: Even your grandfather was better than a carpenter. Pause. They watch him. ) You never grew up. Bernard does not whistle in the elevator, I assure you. BIFF (as though to laugh Willy out of it): Yeah, but you do, Pop. WILLY: I never in my life whistled in an elevator! And who in the business world thinks I’m crazy? BIFF: I didn’t mean it like that, Pop. Now don’t make a whole thing out of it, will ya? WILLY: Go back to the West! Be a carpenter, a cowboy, enjoy yourself! LINDA: Willy, he was just saying… WILLY: I heard what he said! HAPPY (trying to quiet Willy): Hey, Pop, come on now… WILLY: Why do you always insult me? BIFF: I didn’t say a word. (To Linda. ) Did I say a word?
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LINDA: He didn’t say anything, Willy. WILLY: (going to the doorway of the living room): All right, good night, good night. LINDA (ngmong ke biff+happy): What’d you have to start that for? (Biff turns away. ) You see how sweet he was as soon as you talked hopefully? (She goes over to Biff. ) Come up and say good night to him. Don’t let him go to bed that way. HAPPY: Come on, Biff, let’s buck him up. LINDA: Please, dear. Just say good night. It takes so little to make him happy. Come. (She goes through the living room doorway, calling upstairs from within the living room. ) Your pajamas are hanging in the bathroom, Willy!