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: 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.
Josephine 'Jo' March: You plastered yourself on him.
Meg March: It's proper to take a gentleman's arm if it's offered.
Laurie: Hello! Jo! Come over here. You too, Meg. It's dull as tombs around here.
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.
Jo: Now we are all family, as we always should have been.
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.
Amy: We'll all grow up one day, Meg. We might as well know what we want.
Younger Amy March: We've been expectorating you for hours.
Josephine 'Jo' March: Doesn't he have a noble brow? If I were a boy I'd want to look just like that.
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: 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.
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.
John Brooke: Over the mysteries of female life there is drawn a veil best left undisturbed.
Jo: Alright, I'm up. Horrible piano.
Chosen answer: Evangeline is their cat.