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BERNARD: 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
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