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