Happy: I gotta show some of those pompous, self-important executives over there that Hap Loman can make that grade. I want to walk into the store the way he walks in. Then I’ll go with you, Biff. We’ll be together yet, I swear. But take those two we had tonight. Now weren’t they gorgeous creatures?
Biff: Yeah, yeah, most gorgeous I’ve had in years.
Happy: I get that any time I want, Biff. Whenever I feel disgusted. The only trouble is, it gets to be like bowling or something. I just keep knockin’ them over and it doesn’t mean anything. You still run around a lot?
Biff: Naa. I’d like to find a girl—steady, somebody with substance.
Happy: That’s what I long for.
Biff: Go on! You’d never come home.
Happy: I would! Somebody with character, with resistance! Like Mom, y’know? That girl Charlotte I was with tonight is engaged to be married in five weeks.
Biff: No kiddin’!
Happy: Sure, the guy’s in line for the vice-presidency of the store. I don’t know what gets into me, maybe I just have an overdeveloped sense of competition or something, but I went and ruined her, and furthermore I can’t get rid of her. And he’s the third executive I’ve done that to. Isn’t that a crummy characteristic? And to top it all, I go to their weddings! Like I’m not supposed to take bribes. Manufacturers offer me a hundred-dollar bill now and then to throw an order their way. You know how honest I am, but0. it’s like this girl, see. I hate myself for it. Because I don’t want the girl, and, still, I take it and—I love it!
Death of a Salesman
Arthur Miller 1949