To suffer fifty weeks of the year for the sake of a two-week vacation$$$ when all you really desire is to be outdoors$$$ with your shirt off.

I am not a dime a dozen! I am Willy Loman$$$ and you are Biff Loman!

It's a measly manner of existence. To get on that subway on the hot mornings in summer. To devote your whole life to keeping stock$$$ or making phone calls$$$ or selling or buying. To suffer fifty weeks of the year for a two week vacation$$$ when all you really desire is to be outdoors$$$ with your shirt off. And still-that's how you build a future.

Nobody dast blame this man. You don’t understand: Willy was a salesman. And for a salesman$$$ there’s no rock bottom to the life. He don’t put a bolt to a nut$$$ he don’t tell you the law or give you medicine. 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 yourself a couple spots on your hat and your finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream boy$$$ it comes with the territory.

Will you let me go for Christ's sake? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens?

See$$$ Biff$$$ everybody around me is so false that I'm constantly lowering my ideals.

Sometimes...it's better for a man just to walk away. But if you can't walk away?
I guess that's when it's tough.

You can't eat the orange and throw the peel away - a man is not a piece of fruit.

I realized what a ridiculous lie my whole life has been.

I stopped in the middle of that building and I saw — the sky. I saw the things that I love in this world. The work and the food and time time to sit and smoke. And I looked at the pen and said to myself$$$ what the hell am I grabbing this for? Why am I trying to become what I don't want to be? What am I doing in an office$$$ making a contemptuous$$$ begging fool of myself$$$ when all I want is out there$$$ waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am! Why can't I say that$$$ Willy?