Tzeitel: Since when are you interested in a match, Chava? I thought you just had your eyes on your books.
Chava: [storms away with basket]
Hodel: [giggles]
Tzeitel: [to Hodel] And you have your eye on the Rabbi's son.
Hodel: Well, why not? We only have one rabbi, and he only has one son. Why shouldn't I want the best?
Tzeitel: Because you're a girl from a poor family. So, whatever yente brings, you'll take, right?
[puts black blanket on head]
Tzeitel: Of COURSE right!