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Fiddler on the Roof (1971)

"Dear God. Was that necessary? Did you have to make him lame just before the Sabbath? That wasn’t nice. It’s enough you pick on me. Bless me with five daughters, a life of poverty, that’s all right. But what have you got against my horse? Really, sometimes I think, when things are too quiet up there, you say to yourself, "Let’s see. " "What kind of mischief can I play on my friend, Tevye? "