Death of a Salesman
WILLY: She’s nothing to me, Biff. I was lonely, I was terribly lonely.
BIFF: You—you gave her Mama’s stockings! [His tears break through and he rises to go]. (Act 2)
BIFF: Exactly what is it you want from me?
WILLY: I want you to know on the train, in the mountains, in the valleys, wherever you go that you cut down your life in spite.
BIFF: No, no!
WILLY: Spite, spite is the word of your undoing! And when you’re down and out remember what did it. When you’re rotting somewhere beside the railroad tracks, remember, and don’t you dare blame it on me! (Act 2)
BIFF: There’ll be no pity for you, you hear it? No pity!
WILLY [To Linda]: You hear the spite!
BIFF: No, you’re going to hear the truth—what you are and what I am!
LINDA: Stop it!
WILLY: Spite! (Act 2)