He's just a big stupid man to you$$$ but I tell you there's more good in him than in may other people.
The only thing you got in this world is what you can sell.
I get here$$$ and I don't know what to do with myself. I've always made a point of not wasting my life$$$ and every time I come back here I know that all I've done is to waste my life.
He's a man way out there in the blue$$$ riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back--that's an earthquake. And then you get a couple of spots on your hat$$$ and you're finished.
On the road I want to grab you sometimes and just kiss the life outa you.
All right$$$ boy. I'm gonna show you and everybody else that Willy Loman did not die in vain. He had a good dream. It's the only dream you can have-- to come out number-one man.
If personal meaning$$$ in this cheer leader society$$$ lies in success$$$ then failure must threaten identity itself.
But then$$$ it’s what I always wanted. My own apartment$$$ a car$$$ and plenty of women. And still$$$ goddammit$$$ I’m lonely.
When I was seventeen I walked into the jungle$$$ and when I was twenty-one I walked out. And by God I was rich.
Figure it out. Work a lifetime to pay off a house. You finally own it$$$ and there's nobody to live in it.