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[first lines; after "We Live in Manhattan"] Fievel: Morning, Mama! Tanya: Morning! Mama: Good morning, my darlings. You had a good night? Tanya: [giggles] Yes, Mama. Fievel: I dreamed we moved out west and I became a famous gunslinger! Tanya: [sarcastically] Ha. Like that could happen. Fievel: Well, it seemed real to me. [clock chimes] Mama: Look at the time. Where is your father? Tanya: I'll go get him. Fievel: No, I will. [Papa snores] Tanya: Good morning, Papa. Fievel: Time to get up. Papa: Okay, okay. I'm fine. I'm awake! [sleeps and snores] Fievel: Then how come you look asleep? Papa: [groans and covers his head with a pillow] Wishful thinking. Tanya: Hurry, Papa, or you'll be late for your job at the factory. Papa: [snaps] Alright. Okay. I'm up! Happy?! Tanya: [about to weep] I...I was trying to help. [weeps] Papa: Tanya, wait. I didn't-- Mama: What's with all excitement? Tanya: [walks towards Mama weeping; voice breaking] Papa is so mean lately. Mama: [angered; to Papa] So! I hope you're satisfied. Papa: Tanya, I'm sorry. Tell her I'm sorry! [Mama gives him a glare as Tanya weeps, he moans] Fievel: Papa, are you okay? Papa: Ah, Fievel, it's just that I'm not as young as I used to be. Fievel: Me, neither! Papa: Fievel, what I mean is I'm tired. Back in Russia, I taught music, sometimes, I made a few violins to sell. Two jobs was enough! Aye, but here in America, here, you need three. Fievel: Isn't that good? Papa: Well, yes and no. Yes, because it's the only way for us to get ahead and build a better life. And also no, because when I'm so worn out, I forget to be kind to my own family. [Tanya who heard what Papa said, comes back to embrace him] Fievel: Aw, don't worry, Papa. It'll work out. Like you always tell me, "In America, you are truly free." Papa: [chuckles] That is true. Fievel: "Free to succeed and free to fail." Papa: Ay, that is also true. Fievel: "Free to be a little crumb one day and the next, a big cheese." Papa: That is also, also true. Mama: Of course, he also said there were no cats in America. Papa: Hmph! Fievel: That's okay, Papa, you can't be right about everything. Papa: [laughing] Little Fievel. It's good you are so full of hope. Mama: Of course, he's full of hope. He's your son, isn't he? Fievel: Yeah, and you're my papa, [hugs him] Papa.

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