After all the highways, and the trains, and the appointments, and the years, you end up worth more dead than… — Arthur Miller

Spite, spite, is the word of your undoing!

And when I saw that, I realized that selling was the greatest career a man could want. 'Cause what could be more satisfying than to be able to go, at the age of eighty-four, into twenty or thirty different cities, and pick up a phone, and be remembered and loved and helped by so many different people?

We're free and clear, Willy. We're free, we're free, we're free...