Laurie: Hello! Jo! Come over here. You too, Meg. It's dull as tombs around here.
Amy: Jo, how could you, your one beauty.
Marmee: I am going to write this man a letter.
Jo: A letter. That'll show him.
Marmee: Wouldn't this have made a wonderful school?
Jo: A school.
Marmee: Hmm. What a challenge that would be.
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.
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.
Josephine 'Jo' March: You plastered yourself on him.
Meg March: It's proper to take a gentleman's arm if it's offered.
John Brooke: Over the mysteries of female life there is drawn a veil best left undisturbed.
Jo: Alright, I'm up. Horrible piano.
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.
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: If I weren't going to be a writer I'd go to New York and pursue the stage. Are you shocked?
Josephine 'Jo' March: I won't have a sister who is a lazy ignoramus.
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: Your heart understood mine. In the depth of the fragrant night, I listened with ravished soul to your beloved voice. Your heart understood mine.
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: Butter! Oh isn't butter divinity? Oh god thank you for this breakfast.
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.
Jo: What's going to happen?
Friedrich: The inevitable.
Beth: I know I shall be homesick for you even in Heaven.