Friedrich Bhaer: I am going to the west. They need teachers and they are not so concerned about the accent.
Jo March: I don't mind it either.
Laurie: Hello! Jo! Come over here. You too, Meg. It's dull as tombs around here.
Josephine 'Jo' March: You plastered yourself on him.
Meg March: It's proper to take a gentleman's arm if it's offered.
Meg: Have you heard from the professor?
Jo: No. No, we did not part well.
Meg: Well, John and I don't always agree but then we mend it.
Jo: Now we are all family, as we always should have been.
Beth: I know I shall be homesick for you even in Heaven.
Younger Amy March: Butter! Oh isn't butter divinity? Oh god thank you for this breakfast.
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.
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.
Friedrich Bhaer: You do not take wine?
Jo: Only medicinally.
Friedrich Bhaer: Pretend you've got a cold.
Marmee: I am going to write this man a letter.
Jo: A letter. That'll show him.
Josephine 'Jo' March: If lack of attention to personal finances is a mark of refinement, then I say the Marches must be the most elegant family in Concord.
Amy: We'll all grow up one day, Meg. We might as well know what we want.
Jo: What's going to happen?
Friedrich: The inevitable.
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.
Josephine 'Jo' March: I won't have a sister who is a lazy ignoramus.
Laurie: I have loved you since the moment I clapped 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.
Amy: Jo, how could you, your one beauty.
Josephine 'Jo' March: Doesn't he have a noble brow? If I were a boy I'd want to look just like that.
Younger Amy March: We've been expectorating you for hours.
Chosen answer: Evangeline is their cat.