Script

Motel, Yente was here.
 

I know I saw her.
 

If they agree on someone, then it will be too late for us. Ask my father for my hand tonight.
 

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

Even a poor tailor is entitled to some happiness.
 

(Summoning courage)
All right, I'll talk to him.

(ENTERING)
Come in, children, we're lighting the candles.

Reb Tevye.

It's late! Where is everybody?

Reb Tevye?

(Irritated)
What is it, Motel? What?

(Taken aback)
Good Sabbath, Reb Tevye.

Good Sabbath, Motel.

Reb Tevye...

Not now, Motel. I have problems.

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

You?

I have a match for Tzeitel. This match was made exactly to measure. A perfect fit.

Stop talking like a tailor and tell me who it is.

It's me - myself.

You must be crazy!

(Stares at him, then to AUDIENCE, startled and amused)

He must be crazy.

(To MOTEL)
Arranging a match for yourself. What are you, everything? You'll even perform the ceremony?

Tzeitel and I gave each other our pledge more than a year ago that we would marry.

(Stunned)
You gave each other a pledge? Doesn't anyone have to ask a father any more?

Yes, Papa, we gave each other our pledge.