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« Bringing littering to the masses | Hell-o, Kitty! » Boasting, reducedBERNARD: Good-by, Willy, and don't worry about it. You know, "If at first you don't succeed ... " WILLY: Yes, I believe in that. BERNARD: But sometimes, Willy, it's better for a man just to walk away. WILLY: Walk away? BERNARD: That's right. WILLY: But if you can't walk away? BERNARD, after a slight pause: I guess that's when it's tough. Extending his hand: Good-by, Willy. WILLY, shaking Bernard's hand: Good-by, boy. CHARLEY, an arm on Bernard's shoulder: How do you like this kid? Gonna argue a case in front of the Supreme Court. BERNARD, protesting: Pop! WILLY, genuinely shocked, pained, and happy: No! The Supreme Court! BERNARD: I gotta run. 'By, Dad! CHARLEY: Knock 'em dead, Bernard! Bernard goes off. WILLY, as Charley takes out his wallet: The Supreme Court! And he didn't even mention it! CHARLEY, counting out money on the desk: He don't have to — he's gonna do it. (From Death of a Salesman, of course.) May 2, 2002 12:52 PM Comments (and TrackBacks)
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