Chava: [to Tevye] The world is changing, Papa.

Fyedka: [introducing himself to Chava] I'm a pleasant fellow, charming, honest, ambitious, quite bright, and very modest.

Hodel: We only have one Rabbi, and he only has one son. Why shouldn't I want the best?

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

Motel Kamzoil: Even a poor tailor is entitled to some happiness!

Perchik: You'll all chatter yourselves away into the grave.

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?

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

Lazar Wolf: How is your brother-in-law? In America?
Tevye: Oh, he's doing very well.
Lazar Wolf: Oh, he wrote you?
Tevye: No, not lately.
Lazar Wolf: Then how do you know?
Tevye: If he was doing badly, he would write.

Leibesh: Is there a proper blessing for the czar?
Rabbi: A blessing for the czar? Of course. May God bless and keep the czar... far away from us.
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.

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

Perchik: In this world it is the wealthy who are 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.

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.

Tevye: [singing] Is this the little girl I carried? Is this the little boy at play?
Golde: [singing] I don't remember growing older. When did they?