Mordcha: Why should I break my head about the outside world? Let the outside world break it's own head! Well put, no?
Chava: I'll write to you in America if you like. Golde: [shouts] We'll be staying with Uncle Avram! Chava: Yes, Mama! Tevye: [annoyed] We'll be staying with Uncle Avram! We'll be staying with Uncle Avram! The whole world has to know our business!
Golde: [about Tevye] You can die from such a man!
Fyedka: Your father is coming. Chava, let me talk to him. Let me tell him about us. Chava: No, Fyedka, that would be the worst thing, I'm sure of it. Fyedka: But let me try! Chava: No! I'll talk to him. I promise.
[after Chava elopes] Tevye: [singing] Little bird... Little Chaveleh. I don't understand what's happening today. Everything is all a blur... All I can see is a happy child, the sweet little bird you were, Chaveleh, Chaveleh... Little bird, little Cha...
All: [singing] Sunrise, sunset; sunrise, sunset; swiftly fly the years... one season following another, laden with happiness and tears.
Men: [singing] And if our good fortune never comes, here's to whatever comes.
Tevye: And until your golden day comes, Rev. Perchik, How will you live? Perchik: By giving lessons to children, Do you have any children? Tevye: I have five daughters. Perchik: [Looking to Tevye in disbelief] Five? Tevye: Daughters... Perchik: Girls...
Tevye: In the middle of the dream, in walks your grandmother Tzeitel, may she rest in peace. Golde: Grandmother Tzeitel? How did she look? Tevye: Well, for a woman who's dead 30 years, she looked very good.
[the constable enters Anatevka] Tevye: Welcome, your honour, what's the good news in the world? Constable: I see you have company. Tevye: [looks at them nervously] They are my friends. Constable: It's just as well. What I have to say is for their ear...
Tzeitel: Chava, I've found him; will you be a lucky bride! He's handsome, he's tall! That is, from side to side, but he's a nice man, a good catch, right? Hodel: Right! Tzeitel: You heard he has a temper. Hodel: He'll *beat* you every night. Tzeitel:...
Fyedka: Some are driven away by edicts... others, by silence.
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 ha...
Mordcha: May the authorities be like onions with their heads in the ground!
Mordcha: May the Czar have his own personal plague!
