Amy: We'll all grow up one day, Meg. We might as well know what we want.
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Amy: We'll all grow up one day, Meg. We might as well know what we want.
Amy: You don't need scores of suitors. You need only one... if he's the right one.
Beth: I know I shall be homesick for you even in Heaven.
Friedrich: Jo. Such a little name for... such a person.
John Brooke: Over the mysteries of female life there is drawn a veil best left undisturbed.
Beth: I feel stronger with you close by.
Jo: Now we are all family, as we always should have been.
Jo: I'm sorry! Meg always makes me take the gentleman's part at home! It's a shame you don't know the lady's part!
Younger Amy March: Butter! Oh isn't butter divinity? Oh god thank you for this breakfast.
Amy: Jo, how could you, your one beauty!
Friedrich: There is *nothing* in this of the woman I am privileged to know.
John Brooke: Mr. Laurence! One doesn't shout at ladies as if they were cattle. My apologies!
Beth: I'm so full of happiness, that if Father was only here, I couldn't hold one drop more.
Friedrich Bhaer: You must write from life, from the depths of your soul!
Younger Amy March: We've been expectorating you for hours!
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: Doesn't he have a noble brow? If I were a boy I'd want to look just like that.
Jo: I go around throwing away perfectly good marriage proposals!
Laurie: Hello! Jo! Come over here. You too, Meg. It's dull as tombs around here.
Jo March: He's dull as powder, Meg. Can't you at least marry someone amusing?
Jo: If only I could be like father and crave violence and go to war and stand up to the lions of injustice.
Jo: Will we never all be together again?
Josephine 'Jo' March: I won't have a sister who is a lazy ignoramus.
Jo: Alright, I'm up. Horrible piano.
Amy: We bear our souls and tell the most appalling secrets.
Amy: We'll all grow up one day, Meg. We might as well know what we want.
Beth: I know I shall be homesick for you even in Heaven.
Amy: You don't need scores of suitors. You need only one... if he's the right one.
Friedrich: Jo. Such a little name for... such a person.
John Brooke: Over the mysteries of female life there is drawn a veil best left undisturbed.
Beth: I feel stronger with you close by.
Jo: Now we are all family, as we always should have been.
Younger Amy March: Butter! Oh isn't butter divinity? Oh god thank you for this breakfast.
Amy: Jo, how could you, your one beauty!
Beth: I'm so full of happiness, that if Father was only here, I couldn't hold one drop more.
Friedrich Bhaer: You must write from life, from the depths of your soul!
Younger Amy March: We've been expectorating you for hours!
Friedrich: There is *nothing* in this of the woman I am privileged to know.
John Brooke: Mr. Laurence! One doesn't shout at ladies as if they were cattle. My apologies!
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: Doesn't he have a noble brow? If I were a boy I'd want to look just like that.
Jo: I go around throwing away perfectly good marriage proposals!
Jo: I'm sorry! Meg always makes me take the gentleman's part at home! It's a shame you don't know the lady's part!
Friedrich: There is *nothing* in this of the woman I am privileged to know.
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.
Jo March: I find it poor logic to say that because women are good, women should vote. Men do not vote because they are good; they vote because they are male, and women should vote, not because we are angels and men are animals, but because we are human beings and citizens of this country. Mr. Mayer: You should have been a lawyer, Miss March. Jo March: I should have been a great many things, Mr. Mayer.
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.
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.
Jo March: Surprise! Marmee: John. You have a daughter. Hannah: And a son. Meg: Oh, Marmee, I can't believe you did this four times. John Brooke: Yes, but never two at once, my darling.
Amy: Do you hear from Jo? She has befriended a German professor. Laurie: Yes, well, no doubt he's showing her the ways of the world. Amy: I do not wish to be courted by someone who is still in love with my sister! Laurie: I'm not in love with Jo. Amy: Then how do you explain your jealousy? Laurie: I envy her happiness. I envy his happiness. I envy John Brooke for marrying Meg. I hate Fred Vaughn. And if Beth had a lover I would despise him too. Just as you have always known that you would never marry a pauper, I have always known I should be part of the March family. Amy: I do not wish to be loved for my family. Laurie: Any more than Fred Vaughn wishes to be loved for his 40,000 a year!
Marmee: I fear you would have a long engagement, three or four years. John must secure a house before you can marry and do his service to the union. Jo: John? Marry? You mean that poky old Mr Brooke? How did he weasel his way into this family? Marmee: Jo! Mr Brooke has been very kind to visit father in the hospital every day. Jo: He's dull as powder Meg, can't you at least marry someone amusing? Meg: I'm fond of John, he's kind and serious and I'm not afraid of being poor. Jo: Marmee, you can't just let her go and marry him. Meg: I'd hardly just go and marry anyone. Marmee: I would rather Meg marry for love and be a poor man's wife than marry for riches and lose her self-respect. Meg: So, you don't mind that John is poor. Marmee: No, but I'd rather he have a house. Jo: Why must we marry at all? Why can't things just stay as they are? Marmee: It's just a proposal, nothing can be decided on. Now girls? Don't spoil the day.
Jo: Friedrich, this is what I write. My apologies if it fails to live up to your high standards. Friedrich Bhaer: Jo, there is more to you than this. If you have the courage to write it.
Amy March: Aunt March is going to France. Jo: FRANCE? Oh! That's ideal! I'd put up with anything to go! Amy March: No, she has asked me to accompany her.
Jo: Meg? John Brooke stole your glove. Meg: Which glove? Not my white one. Jo: Laurie says he keeps it in his pocket. Hannah, don't you think he ought to give it back? Hannah: It isn't what I think that matters.
Younger Amy March: Do you love Laurie more than you love me? Jo: Don't be such a beetle! I could never love anyone as I love my sisters.
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.
Younger Amy March: We'll all grow up one day, Meg. We might as well know what we want.
Beth March: I know I shall be homesick for you even in Heaven.
Younger Amy March: I don't want to 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.
Meg March: I'll never have any suitors. I'll just be a dried-up old spinster. Jo March: You don't need scores of suitors. You only need one, if he's the right one.
Friedrich Bhaer: Jo. Such a little name for... such a person.
Laurie: I'm quite taken by that one. Jo March: That's Meg! Laurie: Meg. Jo March: That's my sister. She's completely bald in front.
Beth March: I feel stronger with you close by.
Jo March: I'm sorry! Meg always makes me take the gentleman's part at home! It's a shame you don't know the lady's part!
Jo March: Now we are all family, as we always should have been.
Jo March: Surprise! Mrs. March: John. You have a daughter. Hannah: And a son. Meg March: Oh, Marmee, I can't believe you did this four times. John Brooke: Yes, but never two at once, my darling.
Amy March: Do you hear from Jo? She has befriended a German professor. Laurie: Yes, well, no doubt he's showing her the ways of the world. Amy March: I do not wish to be courted by someone who is still in love with my sister! Laurie: I'm not in love with Jo. Amy March: Then how do you explain your jealousy? Laurie: I envy her happiness. I envy his happiness. I envy John Brooke for marrying Meg. I hate Fred Vaughn. And if Beth had a lover I would despise him too. Just as you have always known that you would never marry a pauper, I have always known I should be part of the March family. Amy March: I do not wish to be loved for my family. Laurie: Any more than Fred Vaughn wishes to be loved for his 40,000 a year!
Beth March: I'm so full of happiness, that if Father was only here, I couldn't hold one drop more.
Mrs. March: Twenty-five! Can Aunt March spare this? Jo March: I couldn't bear to ask her. I sold my hair. Younger Amy March: Jo, how could you? Your one beauty.
Mrs. March: I fear you would have a long engagement, three or four years. John must secure a house before you can marry and do his service to the union. Jo March: John? Marry? You mean that poky old Mr Brooke? How did he weasel his way into this family? Mrs. March: Jo! Mr Brooke has been very kind to visit father in the hospital every day. Jo March: He's dull as powder Meg, can't you at least marry someone amusing? Meg March: I'm fond of John, he's kind and serious and I'm not afraid of being poor. Jo March: Marmee, you can't just let her go and marry him. Meg March: I'd hardly just go and marry anyone. Mrs. March: I would rather Meg marry for love and be a poor man's wife than marry for riches and lose her self-respect. Meg March: So, you don't mind that John is poor. Mrs. March: No, but I'd rather he have a house. Jo March: Why must we marry at all? Why can't things just stay as they are? Mrs. March: It's just a proposal, nothing can be decided on. Now girls? Don't spoil the day.
Younger Amy March: When I marry, I'm going to be disgustingly rich. Meg March: And what if the man you love is a poor man, but good like father? Younger Amy March: Well, it isn't like being stuck with the dreadful nose you get. One does have a choice to whom one loves.
Younger Amy March: Butter! Oh! Oh, isn't butter divinity? Oh God, thank you for this breakfast.
Jo March: Friedrich, this is what I write. My apologies if it fails to live up to your high standards. Friedrich Bhaer: Jo, there is more to you than this. If you have the courage to write it.
Jo March: Doesn't he have a noble brow? If I were a boy I'd want to look just like that.
Amy March: Aunt March is going to France. Jo March: FRANCE? Oh! That's ideal! I'd put up with anything to go! Amy March: No, she has asked me to accompany her.
Jo March: I go around throwing away perfectly good marriage proposals!
Jo March: Meg? John Brooke stole your glove. Meg March: Which glove? Not my white one. Jo March: Laurie says he keeps it in his pocket. Hannah, don't you think he ought to give it back? Hannah: It isn't what I think that matters.
Younger Amy March: Do you love Laurie more than you love me? Jo March: Don't be such a beetle! I could never love anyone as I love my sisters.
Meg March: Have you heard from the professor? Jo March: No. No, we did not part well. Meg March: Well, John and I don't always agree but then we mend it.
