Grandma Tzeitel:
"My little Tzeitel who you named for me, Motel's bride was meant to be!"
Tevye:
"(to God) 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?"
-Tevye"
Mordcha:
"If the rich could hire others to die for them, we, the poor, would all make a nice living.
-Mordcha"
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.
-Yente"
Tevye:
"(to God) As the Good Book says...(laughs) Why should I be telling you what the good book says?
-Tevye"
Fyedka, Chava:
"Good day, Chava." "Good day..." "Fyedka." "...Fyedka.
-Fyedka, Chava"
Fyedka:
"Let me tell you about myself:I'm a I'm a pleasant fellow, charming, honest, ambitious, quite bright, and very modest.
-Fyedka"
Tevye:
"On the other hand...No...there is no other hand! NO, CHAVA!! NO!!
-Tevye"
Tevye:
"Accept them? How can I accept them? Can I deny everything I believe in? On the other hand, can I deny my own daughter?
-Tevye"
Motel, Tevye:
"I think I can help." "Certainly. Like a bandage can help a corpse.
-Motel, Tevye"
Tevye, Hodel:
"He asks you to leave your father and mother and join him in that frozen wasteland and marry you there?" "No, Papa. He didn't ask me to go. I want to go.
-Tevye, Hodel"
Hodel, Tevye:
"Papa, God alone knows when we wil see each other again." "Then we will leave it in his hands.
-Hodel, Tevye"
Villager, Tevye:
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!" "Very good. That way, the whole world will be blind and toothless.
-Villager, Tevye"
Villager:
"An eye for an eye; A tooth for a tooth!"
Tevye:
"Very good; That way: The whole world will be blind and toothless."
Tevye:
"As the good book says 'Each shall seek his own kind'. In other words, a bird may love a fish, but where would they build a home together?
-Tevye"
Tevye:
"On the other hand, did Adam and Eve have a matchmaker?...Well, yes, they did. And it seems these two have the same Matchmaker.
-Tevye"
Tevye:
"I have some advice for you. Get off my land. This is still my home, my land. Get off my land.
-Tevye"
Tevye, Lazar Wolf:
"Where are you going?" "Chicago. In America." "Chicago, America? We are going to New York, America. We'll be neighbors.
-Tevye, Lazar Wolf"
Golde, Tevye:
"You'll be late." "Golde, I won't be late." "You'll be late." "I won't be late! I won't be late! If you ever stop talking, I won't be late!
-Golde, Tevye"
Tevye:
"You may ask, how did this tradition get started? I'll tell you...I don't know.
-Tevye"