Marmee: Cricket. Marmee's here. Icy cold. Jo, fetch a bowl with water, vinegar and some rags. Meg, my kit. We must draw the fever down from her head.
Marmee: Wouldn't this have made a wonderful school?
Jo: A school.
Marmee: Hmm. What a challenge that would be.
Jo: Alright, I'm up. Horrible piano.
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.
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.
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.
John Brooke: Over the mysteries of female life there is drawn a veil best left undisturbed.
Jo: I go around throwing away perfectly good marriage proposals.
Jo: Teddy, please don't ask me.
Jo: Teddy? Oh, this is magic.
Laurie: Jo, you are absolutely.
Jo: Covered in flour! Oh dear.
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 everyone 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.
Friedrich Bhaer: You must write from life, from the depths of your soul.
Beth: I'm so full of happiness, that if Father was only here, I couldn't hold one drop more.
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.
Chosen answer: Evangeline is their cat.