Fiddler on the Roof Motel Lines

Yente: Never made a living, everything he touched turned to mud, but better than nothing.

Good evening, is Tzeitel in the house?

Golde: But she's busy, you can come back later.

There's something I'd like to tell her.

Golde: Finish what you were doing. I said later!

All right!

Tzeitel: Motel, Yente was here.

I saw her.

Tzeitel: If they agree on someone there will be a match and then it will be too late for us.

Don't worry Tzeitel. I have found someone who will sell me his used sewing machine, so in a few weeks I'll have saved up enough to buy it and then your father will be impressed with me!

Tzeitel: But Motel, a few weeks may be too late.

But what else can we do?

Tzeitel: You could ask my father for my hand tonight. Now!

Why should he consider me? I'm only a poor tailor.

Tzeitel: And I'm only the daughter of a poor milkman. Just talk to him.

Tzeitel, if your father says no, that's it, it's final... He'll yell at me.

Tzeitel: Motel!

I'm just a poor tailor.

Tzeitel: Motel, even a poor tailor is entitled to some happiness.

That's true.

Tzeitel: Will you talk to him? Will you talk to him?

All right, I'll talk to him.

Tevye: Its Late! Where is everybody? Late!

Reb Tevye...

Tevye: Come in children, we're lighting candles.

Reb Tevye...

Tevye: Well, Motel, what is it?

Good Sabbath, Reb Tevye.

Tevye: It seems it was not ordained that you should have all the comforts of life, or that we should have a little joy in our old age after all our hard work.

REB TEVYE! REB TEVYE! May I speak to you?

Tevye: Later, Motel, Later

I would like to speak to you.

Tevye: Not now, Motel, I have problems.

That's what I want to speak to you about. I think I can help.

Tevye: Alright, you have a tongue, talk

Reb Tevye, I hear you are arranging a match for Tzeitel.

Tevye: He also has ears.

I have a match for Tzeitel.

Tevye: What kind of match?

A perfect fit.

Tevye: A perfect fit?

Like a glove.

Tevye: Like a glove?

This match was made exactly to measure.

Tevye: A perfect fit, made to measure, stop talking like a tailor and tell me who is it.

Please, don't shout at me.

Tevye: All right, who is it

Who is it

Tevye: Who is it? Second

Who is it...

Tevye: Who is it? Third

It's me... Myself...

Tevye: You must be crazy.

Please don't shout at me, Reb Tevye, As for being my own matchmaker, I know it's a bit unusual...

Tevye: Unusual? It's crazy!

Times are changing Reb Tevye. The thing is, your daughter Tzeitel and I gave each other our pledge more than a year ago that we would marry.

Tevye: Do I still have something to say about my daughter, or doesn't anyone have to ask a father anymore?

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

Tevye: Stop talking nonsense, you're just a poor tailor!

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

Tzeitel: Thank you, Papa (First)

Reb Tevye, you won't be sorry.

Tzeitel: Thank you, Papa (Second)

Thank you, Papa.

Tzeitel: Motel, you were wonderful!

It was a miracle! It was a miracle!

All: Mazeltov, mazeltov,

Yussel, do you have a wedding hat for me?

Yussel: Lazar Wolf ordered a hat but it's not cheap.

I got his bride, I can get his hat!

Yussel: Then come, Motel, come.

Chava, can you watch the shop for a few minutes? I'll be back soon.

Chava: Of course

Thank you Chava.

Fyedka: And it can all turn out quite pleasant.

Oh, Fyedka! Can I do something for you?

Fyedka: No, thank you.

Oh, you forgot your book.

Chava: No, it's mine.

Thank you, Chava.

All: We just heard, congratulations.

Thank you, thank you very much.

Tzeitel: You got it!

I got it!

Tzeitel: It's beautiful.

I know!

Tzeitel: Have you tried it yet?

Look.

Tzeitel: Beautiful. First time.

I know, and in less than a minute. And see how close and even the stitches are!

Tzeitel: Beautiful second time.

I know. From now on, my clothes will be perfect, made by machine, no more handmade clothes.

Innkeeper: The rabbi, the rabbi.

Look Rabbi, my new sewing machine.

Fyedka: Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, Fyedka.

Fyedka: I came for the shirt.

It's ready.

Fyedka: I see, I see. Congratulations.

Thank you.

Fyedka: Good day.

Good day.

Golde: How does it work?

See, it's an amazing thing, you work it with your foot and your hand.

Shprintze: Where will we live in America

With Uncle Abram, but he doesn't know it yet.

Golde: Goodbye Motel

Goodbye Mama

Tevye: Work hard Motel, come to us soon.

I will Reb Tevye. I'll work hard.