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