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Charley: Willy, nobody’s worth nothin’ dead. (After a slight pause.) Did you hear what I
said?
Willy stand still, dreaming.
Charley: Willy!
Willy: Apologize to Bernard for me when you see him. I didn’t mean to argue with him.
He’s a fine boy. They’re all fine boys, and they’ll end up big—all of them. Someday
they’ll all play tennis together. Wish me luck, Charley. He saw Bill Oliver today.
Charley: Good luck.
Willy (on the verge of tears): Charley, you’re the only friend I got. Isn’t that a
remarkable thing? (He goes out.)
Charley: Jesus!
Charley stares ater him a moment and follows. All light blacks out. Suddenly raucous music is heard, and a
red glow rises behind the screen at right. Stanley, a young waiter, appears, carrying a table, followed by
Happy, who is carrying two chairs.
Stanley (putting the table down): That’s all right, Mr. Loman I can handle it myself. (He
turns and takes the chairs from Happy and places them at the table.)
Stanley: Sure, in the front there you’re in the middle of all kinds a noise. Whenever you
got a party, Mr. Loman you just tell me and I’ll put you back here. Y’know, there’s a lotta
people they don’t like it private, because when they go out they like to see a lotta action
around them because they’re sick and tired to stay in the house by their self. But I know
you, you ain’t from Hackensack. You know what I mean?
Happy (sitting down): So how’s it coming, Stanley?
Stanley: Ah, it’s a dog’s life. I only wish during the war they’d a took me in the Army. I
coulda bee dead by now.
Happy: My brother’s back, Stanley.
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Stanley: Oh, he come back, heh? From the Far West.
Happy: Yeah, big cattle man, my brother, so treat him right. And my father’s coming
April
too.
10, 2014
Stanley: Oh, your father too!
Happy: You got a couple of nice lobsters?
Stanley: Hundred percent, big.
Happy: I want them with the claws.