Tevye: Do You Love Me?
Golde: Do I What?
Tevye: Do You Love Me?
Golde: Do I Love You?
With Our Daughters Getting Married and This Trouble in the Town,
You're Upset. You Want Out. Go Inside. Go Lie Down.
Maybe It's Indigestion.
Tevye: Golde, I'm Asking You a Question. Do You Love Me?
Golde: You're a Fool!
Tevye: I Know. But Do You Love Me?
Golde: Do I Love You?
For Twenty-five Years, I've Washed Your Clothes,
Cooked Your Meals, Cleaned Your House,
Given You Children, Milked the Cow.
After Twenty-five Years, Why Talk About Love Right Now?
Tevye: the First Time I Met You Was On Our Wedding Day. I Was Scared.
Golde: I Was Shy.
Tevye: I Was Nervous.
Golde: So Was I.
Tevye: But My Father and My Father Said We'd Learn to Love Each Other.
So, Now I'm Asking, Golde...
Tevye: Do You Love Me?
Golde: I'm Your Wife!
Tevye: I Know. But Do You Love Me?
Golde: Do I Love Him?
For Twenty-five Years, I've Lived With Him,
Fought With Him, Starved With Him.
For Twenty-five Years, My Bed Is His.
If That's Not Love, What Is?
Tevye: Then You Love Me?
Golde: I Suppose I Do.
Tevye: and I Suppose I Love You, Too.
Together: It Doesn't Change a Thing, But Even So,
After Twenty-five Years, It's Nice to Know.
