death of a salesman biff monologue script

Willy longs for the days when their neighborhood was less developed and less crowded. Willy calls Biff a lazy bum and says that he is lost. Willy says that there is an undercurrent of resentment in Biff, but Linda says that Biff admires his father. Linda reminds him not to lose his temper with Biff, but Willy claims that he simply had asked him if he was making any money. Linda tells him that Happy took Biff on a double date, and that it was nice to see them shaving together. Willy claims that if Frank Wagner were alive he would be in charge of New York by now, but that his son, Howard, doesn't appreciate him. Linda says that there's no reason why he can't work in New York, but Willy says he's not needed there. He tells Linda that he kept swerving onto the shoulder of the road, but Linda thinks that it must be faulty steering in the car. He got only as far as Yonkers, and doesn't remember the details of the trip. He claims that he's tired to death and couldn't make it through the rest of his trip. She worries that he smashed the car, but he says that nothing happened. Her struggle is to support him while still trying to guide him. Linda is mostly jovial, but represses objections to her husband. Linda Loman, his wife, puts on a robe and slippers and goes downstairs. (After a pause) I’ve always made a point of not wasting my life, and everytime I come back here I know that all I’ve done is to waste my life.The salesman, Willy Loman, enters his home. And now, I get here, and I don’t know what to do with myself. And whenever spring comes to where I am, I suddenly get the feeling, my God, I’m not getting anywhere! What the hell am I doing, playing around with horses, twenty eight dollars a week! I’m thirty-four years old, I oughta be makin my future. And it’s cool there now, see? Texas is cool now and it’s spring. There’s nothing more inspiring or–beautiful than the sight of a mare and a new colt. This farm I work on, it’s spring there now, see? And they’ve got about fifteen new colts.

It’s why I came home now, I guess, because I realized it. In Nebraska when I herded cattle, and the Dakotas, and Arizona, and now in Texas. Hap, I’ve had twenty or thirty different kinds of jobs since I left home before the war, and it always turns out the same. And always to have to get ahead of the next fella.

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. To devote your whole life to keeping stock, or making phone calls, or selling or buying. To get on that subway on the hot mornings in summer.

Shipping clerk, salesman, business of one kind or another. BIFF: Well, I spent six or seven years after high school trying to work myself up.

Death of a salesman biff monologue script