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.
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.
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.
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.