Death of a Salesman

WILLY: Sweetheart!LINDA: How’d the Chevvy run?WILLY: Chevrolet, Linda, is the greatest car ever built. (To theboys.) Since when do you let your mother carry wash up thestairs?BIFF: Grab hold there, boy!HAPPY: Where to, Mom?LINDA: Hang them up on the line. And you better go down toyour friends, Biff. The cellar is full of boys. They don’t knowwhat to do with themselves.BIFF: Ah, when Pop comes home they can wait!WILLY (laughs appreciatively): You better go down and tell themwhat to do, Biff.BIFF: I think I’ll have them sweep out the furnace room.WILLY: Good work, Biff.BIFF (goes through wall-line of kitchen to doorway at back andcalls down): Fellas! Everybody sweep out the furnace room! I’llbe right down!VOICES: All right! Okay, Biff.BIFF: George and Sam and Frank, come out back! We’re hangin’up the wash! Come on, Hap, on the double! (He and Happycarry out the basket.)LINDA: The way they obey him!WILLY: Well, that’s training, the training. I’m tellin’ you, I wassellin’ thousands and thousands, but I had to come home.LINDA: Oh, the whole block’ll be at that game. Did you sell anything?WILLY: I did five hundred gross in Providence and seven hundredgross in Boston.LINDA: No! Wait a minute, I’ve got a pencil. (She pulls pencil andpaper out of her apron pocket.) That makes your commission...Two hundred... my God! Two hundred and twelve dollars!WILLY: Well, I didn’t figure it yet, but...LINDA: How much did you do?WILLY: Well, I — I did — about a hundred and eighty gross inProvidence.