Death of a Salesman
BIFF: I was hoping not to go this way.
WILLY: Well, this is the way you’re going. Good-bye.
[Biff looks at him a moment, then turns sharply and goes to the stairs].
WILLY [stops him]: May you rot in hell if you leave this house!
BIFF [turning]: Exactly what is it that you want from me? (Act 2)
LINDA: Why didn’t anyone come?
CHARLEY: It was a very nice funeral.
LINDA: But where were all the people he knew? Maybe they blame him. (Requiem)