Fiddler on the Roof (1971)

Tevye: As Abraham said, "I am a stranger in a strange land... "
Mendel: Moses said that.
Tevye: Ah. Well, as King David said, "I am slow of speech, and slow of tongue."
Mendel: That was also Moses.
Tevye: For a man who was slow of tongue, he talked a lot.

Tevye: You are just a poor tailor.
Motel: That's true, Reb Tevye, but even a poor tailor is entitled to some happiness.

Perchik: Your daughter has a quick and witty tongue.
Tevye: Yes, the wit she gets from me, as the good book says.
Golde: The good book can wait, it's time for Sabbath.
Tevye: The tongue she gets from her mother.

Constable: You're an honest, decent person. Even though you are a Jew.
Tevye: Oh... thank you, your honor. How often does a man get a compliment like that?

Tevye: As the good book says, if you spit in the air, it lands in your face.

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.

Mordcha: If the rich could hire others to die for them we, the poor, would all make a nice living.

Golde: You'll be late.
Tevye: Golde, I won't be late.
Golde: You'll be late.
Tevye: I won't be late! I won't be late! If you ever stop talking, I won't be late.

Yente: Even the worst husband, God forbid, is better than no husband, God forbid.

Tevye: As the good book says, when a poor man eats a chicken, one of them is sick.
Mendel: Where does the book say that?
Tevye: Well, it doesn't say that exactly, but somewhere there is something about a chicken.

Tevye: In the middle of the dream, in walks your grandmother Tzeitel, may she rest in peace.
Golde: Grandmother Tzeitel? How did she look?
Tevye: Well, for a woman who's dead 30 years, she looked very good.

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.

Perchik: Money is the world's curse.
Tevye: May the Lord smite me with it. And may I never recover.

Tevye: They gave each other a pledge? Unheard of. Absurd.

Tevye: Where are you going?
Lazar Wolf: Chicago. In America.
Tevye: Chicago, America? We are going to New York, America. We'll be neighbors.

All: To life, to life, L'Chaim.

Lazar Wolf: Have a drink?
Tevye: I won't insult you by saying no.

Motel: Times are changing, Reb Tevye. The thing is, over a year ago, your daughter, Tzeitel, and I gave each other our pledge that we would marry.
Tevye: You gave each other a... pledge?
Tzeitel: Yes, Papa. We gave each other our pledge.

Perchik: I'm a very good teacher.
Hodel: I heard that the Rabbi who must praise himself has a congregation of one.

Fyedka: Your father is coming. Chava, let me talk to him. Let me tell him about us.
Chava: No, Fyedka, that would be the worst thing, I'm sure of it.
Fyedka: But let me try.
Chava: No! I'll talk to him. I promise.