As the good book says, if you spit in the air, it lands in your face!
1) Do you love me? 2) DO I WHAT?!
1) Don’t be late for the Sabaath 2) I won’t 1) You’ll be late 2) I won’t be late! I WON’T BE LATE, if you ever stop talking I won’t be late!
1)As the good book says, when a poor man eats a chicken, one of them is sick.
2) Where does the book say that?
1) Well, it doesn’t say that exactly, but somewhere there is something about a chicken.
1)I wonder if Yente found a husband for you 2)I’m not anxious for Yente to find me a husband. 3)not unless it’s Motel the tailor. 2)I didn’t ask you. 1)well, they have to make a match for you before they can make on for me 3)and after her one for me. 1)so if Yente brings… 2) oh Yente..Yente 1)well, someone has to arrange the matches…people can’t decide these things for themselves.
1)Of course, the news! It is about Lazar Wolf, the butcher. A fine man. A good man. And I don’t have to tell you he’s well off, no? Yes. Well, out of the whole town, he’s cast his eye on Tzeitel! 2)My Tzeitel???? 1) No, the Tsar’s Tzeitel. Of course your Tzeitel!
1)You know, in this world, its the rich who are criminals. Someday, their wealth will be ours.
2)That would be nice. If THEY would agree, I would agree.
1. Accept them? How can I accept them? Can I deny my faith and everything I believe in? On the other hand, can I deny my own daughter? On the other hand, how can I turn my back on my faith, my people? On the other hand…No, there is no other hand. No, Chava. No…No…No…2. (screams) PAPA! (sobs) Papa.
1. I want to see Motel’s new machine. 2. You can see it some other time. It’s late. 1. Quiet, woman, or I will get angry, and when I get angry, even flies don’t dare to fly! 2. I’m frightened of you. After we finish supper, I’ll faint. 1. Golde, I am the man of the family, I am the head of the house, and I want to see Motel’s new machine now!…now, let’s go home.
1. If Tzeitel marries Lazar Wolf, I pity them both. She’ll live with him three weeks, and when three weeks are up, I’ll come to her by night, I’ll take her by the throat, and this I’ll give your Tzeitel, that I’ll give your Tzeitel, this I’ll give your Tzeitel…(wild laughter) 2. Here she comes, Golde. 1. Here’s my wedding present if she marries Lazar Wolf. 3. It’s an evil spirit, away, evil spirit. May it fall into the river. Such a dark and horrible dream, and to think it was brought on because you went to see that butcher. Tevye, my Grandmother Tzeitel, may she rest in peace, took the trouble to come all the way from the other world to tell us about the tailor, all we can say is that it’s all for the best and couldn’t possibly be any better. 2. But Golde… 3. Amen. 2. Amen.
1. In the beginning, I dreamt that we were having a celebration of some kind. All of our beloved departed were there, all of them. Even your great uncle Mordecai was there, and your cousin, Rachel, was there. In the middle of the dream, in walks your Grandmother Tzeitel, may she rest in peace. 2. Grandmother Tzeitel!? How did she look? 1. Well, for a woman who’s dead thirty years, she looked very good. Naturally, I went up to greet her.
1. No, Chava. I said no! Never mention that man’s name again. Never see him again. Never talk about this again. (whispering). Do you understand me? 2. Yes, Papa. I understand you.
1. Where are you going? 2. Chicago, in America. 1. Chicago, America? We are going to New York, America. We’ll be neighbors. 2. My wife, Fruma-Sarah, may she rest in peace, has a brother who lives there. 1. That’s nice. 2. I hate him, but a relative is a relative. Good-bye, Tevye. 2. Good-bye, Reb Lazar.
1. You can keep your diseased chickens! 2. You leave my chickens out of this! We made a bargain. 1. The terms weren’t settled. 2. We drank on it.
1.) Money is the world’s curse.
2.) Then may the Lord smite me with it and may I never recover!
A blessing for the Czar?…may God bless and keep the Czar far away from us.
A fiddler on the roof, sounds crazy no? but in our little village of Anatavca, you might say that everyone of us is a fiddler on the roof, trying to scratch out a pleasent and simple tune, without breacking, without breacking his neck. And how do we keep our balance? that I can tell you in a word…Tradition!!
all)Tradition! tradition. tradition! Tradition. Tradition! Men) Who day and night must scramble for a living, feed a wife and children, say his daily prayers. And who has the right as master of the house, to have the final word at home? All) The Papas, the papas, the papas, the papas. Women) Who must know the way to make a proper home, a quiet home, a cosure home, who must raise the family and run the home, so papa’s free to read the holy book? All) the mamas, the mama, the mamas, the mamas, Sons) At three I started hebrew school, at ten i learned a trade, I hear they’ve picked a bride for me, i hope, she’s pretty. All) the sons, the sons, the sons, the sons, daughters) And who does mama teach, to mend and tend and fix, preparing me to marry, whoever papa picks. All) The daughters, the daughters, the daughters, the daughters. (Fathers, mamas, sons, and daughters parts all in unison), all) tradition, tradition, tradition, tradition….Tradition!
an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth would leave the world blind and toothless
And who must Mama teach to mend and tend and fix? Preparing her to marry whoever Papa picks?
As the Good Book says….
Do You Love Me?
Either you’re crazy or you’re out of your mind.
Even a poor tailor deserves some happiness!
Even a poor tailor deserves some happiness!
Far From The Home I Love.
From such children come other children.
Here in our village…everyone is trying to scratch out a little tune withour breaking his back.
How did these traditions get started? I’ll tell you…I don’t know. But because of these traditions, every one of us knows who he is, and what God expects him to do.
I understand, of course, that it is no shame to be poor. . . but it’s no great honor either.
I view Marriage as a socio-economical relationship.
I’d have one long staircase just going up, and one even longer coming down. And one going nowhere just for show…
If I Were A Rich Man.
If the rich could get others to die for them, we, the poor, would make a nice living.
In this world it is the wealthy who are criminals. Someday their wealth will be ours.
It takes a wedding to make us say, let’s live another day.
It’s no shame to be poor, but it’s no great honor either.
matchmaker matchmaker make me a match find me a find catch me a ctach lookt through your book and me a peefect match. i’ll bring the veil you bring groom slender and plae. bring me a a ring for i am a longing to be the envy of all i see.for papa make him a scholar for mama make him rich as a king for me well i wouldn’t holler if he were as handsome as anything.
Matchmaker.
May the Lord smite me with it! And keep me that way!!
Maybe that’s why we always wear our hats.
Money is the world’s curse.
Perchik: I have a certain question to discuss with you. Hodel: I’m listening. Perchik: Its the question of marriage. Hodel: Is this a political question?
Sunrise, Sunset.
To Life.
Tradition.
Well, children, when shall we make the wedding?
With a girl
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan, if I was a wealthy man?
You can die from such a man.
You can keep your diseased chickens!
You have wit and intelligence – but what good is your brain? Without curiosity, it is a rusty tool.
You may ask…how do we keep our balance? That I can tell you in one word…tradition.
You want hair, marry a monkey!
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