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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 are? America?
And what do you think you're
You stitcher, you nothing! Who do think you King Solomon?
isn't the way it's done, not here, not now.
Some things I not, I cannot, allow.
Tradtion-Marriages be arranged by the papa. This should never changed.
One little time you out a prop, and where does it stop? Where does it stop?

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

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

Stop talking nonsense. You're a poor tailor.

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

He's beginning to talk a man.
But kind of match would that be, with a poor tailor?
On the hand, he's an honest, hard worker.
On the other hand, he has absolutely nothing. On the hand,
Things could get worse for him, they coulud only get better.
They gave each other a of, absurd.
gave each other a pledge-unthinkable.
But look at my face-she loves him,
She wants him-and at my daughters eyes, so hopeful.

Tradition!

Well, children, when shall we the wedding?

Tzeitel: you, Papa.

Motel: you, Papa.

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