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: I go around throwing away perfectly good marriage proposals.
Beth: I'm so full of happiness, that if Father was only here, I couldn't hold one drop more.
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.
Jo: Teddy, please don't ask me.
Laurie: I'm quite taken by that one.
Jo: That's Meg.
Jo: That's my sister. She's completely bald in front.