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?

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!

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

[About Yente, the matchmaker.]
Tzeitel: But Mama, the men she finds. The last one was so old and he was bald. He had no hair.
Golde: A poor girl without a dowry can't be so paticular. You want hair, marry a monkey.

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

Golde: Grandmother Tzeitel! How did she look?
Tevye: For a woman who has been dead for thirty years she looked pretty well.

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

[Talking to God]
Tevye: I know, I know. We are your chosen people. But, once in a while, can't you choose someone else?