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In this scene from 'death of a salesman' by arthur miller, miss forsythe and her friends have a conversation with willy and biff at a soda shop. Willy's attempts to impress the women and biff's growing frustration with his father's delusions lead to a heated exchange. The scene reveals willy's denial of reality and his desperate need for validation from his son.
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Hello, girls, sit down.
I guess we might as well. This is Letta.
BIFF (Ignoring Willy) How’re ya, miss, sit down. What do you drink?
Letta might not be able to stay long.
LETTA I gotta get up very early tomorrow. I got jury duty. I’m so excited! Were you fellows ever on a jury?
No, but I been in front of them! (The girls laugh.) This is my father.
Isn’t he cute? Sit down with us, Pop.
Sit him down, Biff!
BIFF (Going to him) Come on, slugger, drink us under the table. To hell with it! Come on, sit down, pal. (On Biffs last insistence, Willy is about to sit.)
I think it’s sweet you bring your daddy along.
Oh, he isn’t really your father!
BIFF (At left, turning to her resentfully) Miss Forsythe, you’ve just seen a prince walk by. A fine, troubled prince. A hardworking, unappreciated prince. A pal, you understand? A good companion. Always for his boys.
That’s so sweet.
Well, girls, what’s the program? We’re wasting time. Come on, Biff. Gather round. Where would you like to go?
Why don’t you do something for him?
Me!
Don’t you give a damn for him, Hap?
What’re you talking about? I’m the one who-
I sense it, you don’t give a good goddam about him. (He takes the rolled-up hose from his pocket and puts it on the table in front of Happy.) Look what I found in the cellar, for Christ’s sake. How can you bear to let it go on?
Me? Who goes away? Who runs off and —
Yeah, but he doesn’t mean anything to you. You could help him — I can’t! Don’t you understand what I’m talking about? He’s going to kill himself, don’t you know that?
Don’t I know it! Me!
Hap, help him! Jesus... help him... Help me, help me, I can’t bear to look at his face! (Ready to weep, Willy hurries out, up right.)
Where are you going?
What’s he so mad about?
HAPPY Come on, girls, we’ll catch up with him.