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Tevye: They each other a pledge. Unheard of, absurd.
You gave each a pledge?
Unthinkable. do you think you are?
In Moscow? In Paris? Where do think they are?
And what do you you're doing?
You stitcher, you nothing! Who do think you are? Solomon?
This isn't the way done, not here, not now.
Some I will not, I cannot, allow.
Tradtion-Marriages must be arranged by the papa. This should changed.
One time you pull out a prop, and where does it stop? Where does it stop?

Where it stop?
Do I still have something to say my daughter,
or anybody have to ask the father any more?

I have to ask you for some time,
Reb Tevye, but first I to save up for my own sewing machine.

Stop talking nonsense. You're a poor tailor.

That's true, Reb Tevey, but even a tailor is entitled to some happiness.
I promise you, Reb Tevey, your will not starve.

He's to talk like a man.
But what kind of match would that be, with a poor
On the other hand, he's an honest, worker.
On the other hand, he has nothing. On the other hand,
could never get worse for him, they coulud only get better.
They gave other a pledge-unheard of, absurd.
They gave other a pledge-unthinkable.
But look at my face-she loves him,
She him-and look at my daughters eyes, so hopeful.

Tradition!

Well, children, when shall we the wedding?

Thank you, Papa.

Motel: you, Papa.

Tevey: Thank you, Papa! Golde! What do I do about Help!