Tevye: (Repeated Line) On the other hand...
Tevye: (to God) It may sound like I'm complaining, but I'm not. After all, with Your help, I'm starving to death.
Lazar Wolf: We can fight to keep our home.
Constable: Against our militia, our army? I wouldn't advise that!
Tevye: I have some advice for you. Get off my land. This is still my home, my land. Get off my land.
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?
Perchik: girls can learn too, girls are people
Mendel: A radical!
Tevye: Oh, Go away!
Tevye: Traditions, traditions. Without our traditions, our lives would be as shaky as... as... as a fiddler on the roof!
Yente: From such children come other children!
Golde: Motel is nothing! Yente, you said you had news for me...
Yente: Ah, children, they are your blessing in your old age. My poor Aaron, God rest his soul, couldn't give me children. Between you and me, Golde, he hardly tried.
Hodel: For Papa, make him a scholar!
Chava: For Mama, make him rich as a king!
Hodel, Chava: For me, well, I wouldn't holler if he were as handsome as anything!
Hodel, Chava: Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match! Find me a find, catch me a catch! Night after night in the dark I'm alone, so find me a match of my own!
Perchik: In this world it is the rich who are the criminals. Someday their wealth will be ours.
Tevye: That would be nice. If they would agree, I would agree.
Tevye: Sometimes I think, when it gets too quiet up there, You say to Yourself, "What kind of mischief can I play on My friend Tevye?"
(Hodel is leaving on a train for Siberia)
Hodel: Papa, God alone knows when we shall see each other again.
Tevye: Then we will leave it in His hands.
Golde: (about Tevye) You can die from such a man!
Tevye: A fiddler on the roof. Sounds crazy, no? But here, in our little village of Anatevka, you might say every one of us is a fiddler on the roof trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking his neck. It isn't easy. You may ask 'Why do we stay up there if it's so dangerous?' Well, we stay because Anatevka is our home. And how do we keep our balance? That I can tell you in one word: tradition!
Tevye: Thank you, your honor. You are a good man. If I may say so, it's too bad you're not a Jew.
Constable: (laughs) That's what I like about you, Tevye. You're always joking.
Mordcha: May the Czar have his own personal plague!
Tevye: And in the circle of our little village, We've always had our special types. For instance, Yente the matchmaker, Reb Nachum the beggar... And most important of all, our beloved Rabbi.
Lebisch: Rabbi! May I ask you a question?
Rabbi: Certainly, Lebisch!
Lebisch: Is there a proper blessing... for the Tsar?
Rabbi: A blessing for the Tsar? Of course! May God bless and keep the Tsar... far away from us!
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