Little Women

Laurie:
Hello! Jo! Come over here. You too, Meg. It's dull as tombs around here.

Laurie:
What do those girls do over there all day?

John Brooke:
Over the mysteries of female life there is drawn a veil, best left undisturbed.

Amy:
We bare our souls and tell the most appalling secrets.

Jo March:
He's dull as powder, Meg. Can't you at least marry someone amusing?

Beth:
I feel stronger with you close by.

Jo March:
Well, of course Aunt March prefers Amy over me. Why shouldn't she? I'm ugly and awkward and I always say the wrong things. I fly around throwing away perfectly good marriage proposals. I love our home, but I'm just so fitful and I can't stand being here! I'm sorry, I'm sorry Marmee. There's just something really wrong with me. I want to change, but I - I can't. And I just know I'll never fit in anywhere.

Amy:
We'll all grow up some day, Meg. We might as well know what we want.

Jo:
I rather crave violence.

Amy:
Do you love Laurie more than you love me?

Jo:
Don't be such a beetle! I could never love anyone more than I love my sisters.

Jo:
If I weren't going to be a writer I'd go to New York and pursue the stage. Are you shocked?

Laurie:
Very.

Jo:
Now we are all family, as we always should have been.

Marmee:
I am going to write him a letter.

Jo:
A letter. That'll show him.

Beth:
I am not afraid. I can be brave like you. But I know I shall be homesick for you, even in Heaven.

Jo:
I fly around turning down perfectly good marriage proposals!

Jo:
What's going to happen?

Friedrich:
The inevitable.

Marmee:
Feminine weaknesses and fainting spells are the direct result of our confining young girls to the house, bent over their needlework, and restrictive corsets.

Laurie:
Forgive me. I have already done so.

Jo:
Will we never all be together again?

Amy:
I don't wanna die. I've never even been kissed. I've waited my whole to be kissed, and what if I miss it?

Laurie:
I tell you what. I promise to kiss you before you die.

Friedrich:
Jo. Such a little name for... such a person.

Friedrich:
But I have nothing to give you. My hands are empty.

Jo:
Not empty now.

Laurie:
I have loved you since the moment I clamped eyes on you. What could be more reasonable than to marry you?

Jo March:
We'd kill each other.

Laurie:
Nonsense!

Jo March:
Neither of us can keep our temper-...

Laurie:
I can, unless provoked.

Jo March:
We're both stupidly stubborn, especially you. We'd only quarrel!

Laurie:
I wouldn't!

Jo March:
You can't even propose without quarreling.

Marmee March:
Oh, Jo. Jo, you have so many extraordinary gifts; how can you expect to lead an ordinary life? You're ready to go out and - and find a good use for your talent. Tho' I don't know what I shall do without my Jo. Go, and embrace your liberty. And see what wonderful things come of it.

Beth:
I'm so full of happiness, that if Father was only here, I couldn't hold one drop more.

Amy:
You don't need dozens of suitors. You need only one... if he's the right one.

Laurie:
I'm quite taken by that one.

Jo:
That's Meg!

Laurie:
Meg.

Jo:
That's my sister. She's completely bald in front.

Friedrich Bhaer:
You must write from the depths of your soul!

John Brooke:
Over the mysteries of female life there is drawn a veil best left undisturbed.

Laurie:
Someday you'll find a man, a good man, and you'll love him, and marry him, and live and die for him. And I'll be hanged if I stand by and watch.

Beth:
I know I shall be homesick for you even in Heaven.

Amy:
Do you love Laurie more than you love me?

Jo:
Don't be silly! I could never love anyone more than I love my sisters.

Josephine 'Jo' March:
I won't have a sister who is a lazy ignoramus.

Josephine 'Jo' March:
You plastered yourself on him!

Meg March:
It's proper to take a gentleman's arm if it's offered!

Josephine 'Jo' March:
If lack of attention to personal finances is a mark of refinement, then the Marches must be the most elegant family in Concord!

Josephine 'Jo' March:
If I were a boy I would want to look just like that.

Jo March:
I find it poor logic to say that women should vote because they are good. Men do not vote because they are good; they vote because they are men, and women should vote, not because we are angels and men are animals, but because we are human beings and citizens of this country.

Mr. Mayer:
You should have been a lawyer, Miss March.

Jo March:
I should have been a great many things, Mr. Mayer

Friedrich:
Your heart understood mine. In the depth of the fragrant night, I listened with ravished soul to your beloved voice. Your heart understood mine.

Jo:
At night my mind would come alive with voices and stories. I gave myself up to it, longing for transformation.

Younger Amy March:
Butter! Oh isn't butter divinity?

Younger Amy March:
We've been expectorating you for hours!

Younger Amy March:
Well, it's not like being stuck with the dreadful nose you get. One does have a choice to whom one loves.

Younger Amy March:
One periwinkle sash...

Younger Amy March:
Advertisements. One periwinkle sash belonging to Mr. N. Winkle has been abscondated from the wash line... which gentlemen desires any reports leading to its recovery.

Amy:
Jo, how could you, your one beauty!

Jo:
Imagine, giving up Italy to come live with that awful old man.

Meg:
Oh Jo, please don't say awful; it's slang.

Amy:
Have you heard from Jo? She has befriended a German professor.

Laurie:
I envy her happiness. I envy his happiness. I envy John Brooke for marrying Meg. I hate Fred Vaughn. And if Beth had a lover I would despise him too. Just as you have always known that you would never marry a pauper, I have always known that I belong to the March family.

Amy:
I will not be loved for my family...

Beth:
If God wants me with Him, there is none who will stop Him. I don't mind. I was never like the rest of you... making plans about the great things I'd do. I never saw myself as anything much. Not a great writer like you.

Jo:
Beth, I'm not a great writer.

Beth:
But you will be. Oh, Jo, I've missed you so. Why does every want to go away? I love being home. But I don't like being left behind. Now I am the one going ahead. I am not afraid. I can be brave like you.

Marmee:
25? Can Aunt March spare this much?

Jo:
I couldn't bear to ask.

Jo:
I sold my hair.