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Boasting, reduced

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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