LINDA:Shh! WILLY:The trouble is he's lazy,goddammit! LINDA:Willy,please! WILLY:Biff is a lazy bum! LINDA:They're sleeping.Get something to eat.Go on down. WILLY:Why did he come home?I would like to know what brought him home. LINDA:I don't know.I think he's still lost,Willy.I think he's very lost. WILLY:Biff Loman is lost.In the greatest country in the world a young man with such-personal attractiveness,gets lost.And such a hard worker.There's one thing about Biff-he's not lazy. LINDA:Never. WILLY (with pity and resolve):I'll see him in the morning;I'll have a nice talk with him.I'll get him a job selling.He could be big in no time.My God!Remember how they used to follow him around in high school?When he smiled at one of them their faces lit up.When he walked down the street...(He loses himself in reminiscences.) LINDA(trying to bring him out of it):Willy,dear,I got a new kind of American-type cheese today.It's whipped. WILLY:Why do you get American when I like Swiss? LINDA:I just thought you'd like a change... WILLY:I don't want a change!I want Swiss cheese.Why am I always being contradicted? LINDA(with a covering laugh):I thought it would be a surprise WILLY:Why don't you open a window in here,for God's sake? LINDA(with infinite patience):They're all open,dear. WILLY:The way they boxed us in here.Bricks and windows,win- dows and bricks. LINDA:We should've bought the land next door. WILLY:The street is lined with cars.There's not a breath of fresh air in the neighborhood.The grass don't grow any more,you can't raise a carrot in the back yard.They should've had a law against apartment houses.Remember those two beautiful elmLINDA: Shh! WILLY: The trouble is he’s lazy, goddammit! LINDA: Willy, please! WILLY: Biff is a lazy bum! LINDA: They’re sleeping. Get something to eat. Go on down. WILLY: Why did he come home? I would like to know what brought him home. LINDA: I don’t know. I think he’s still lost, Willy. I think he’s very lost. WILLY: Biff Loman is lost. In the greatest country in the world a young man with such — personal attractiveness, gets lost. And such a hard worker. There’s one thing about Biff — he’s not lazy. LINDA: Never. WILLY (with pity and resolve): I’ll see him in the morning; I’ll have a nice talk with him. I’ll get him a job selling. He could be big in no time. My God! Remember how they used to follow him around in high school? When he smiled at one of them their faces lit up. When he walked down the street... (He loses himself in reminiscences.) LINDA (trying to bring him out of it): Willy, dear, I got a new kind of American-type cheese today. It’s whipped. WILLY: Why do you get American when I like Swiss? LINDA: I just thought you’d like a change... WILLY: I don’t want a change! I want Swiss cheese. Why am I always being contradicted? LINDA (with a covering laugh): I thought it would be a surprise. WILLY: Why don’t you open a window in here, for God’s sake? LINDA (with infinite patience): They’re all open, dear. WILLY: The way they boxed us in here. Bricks and windows, win￾dows and bricks. LINDA: We should’ve bought the land next door. WILLY: The street is lined with cars. There’s not a breath of fresh air in the neighborhood. The grass don’t grow any more, you can’t raise a carrot in the back yard. They should’ve had a law against apartment houses. Remember those two beautiful elm