[WILLY:]Without a penny to his name, three great universities are begging for him, and from there the sky’s the limit, because it’s not what you do, Ben. It’s who you know and the smile on your face! It’s contacts, Ben, contacts!
[WILLY:] Yeah, heh? When this game is over, Charley, you’ll be laughing out of the other side of you’ll be laughing out of the other side of our face. They’ll be calling him another Red Grange. Twenty-five thousand a year.
[WILLY:] Well, Bill Oliver—very big sporting-goods man—he wants Biff very badly. Called him in from the West. Long distance, carte blanche, special deliveries. Your friends have their own private tennis court?
[BERNARD:] He wasn’t beaten by it at all. But then, Willy, he disappeared from the block for almost a month. And I got the idea that he’d gone up to New England to see you. Did he have a talk with you then?
[WILLY:] Charley, I’m strapped. I don’t know what to do. I was just fired.