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.
Laurie: Hello! Jo! Come over here. You too, Meg. It's dull as tombs around here.
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.
Jo: Alright, I'm up. Horrible piano.
Friedrich Bhaer: You do not take wine?
Jo: Only medicinally.
Friedrich Bhaer: Pretend you've got a cold.
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.
Jo: If I weren't going to be a writer I'd go to New York and pursue the stage. Are you shocked?
Laurie: Very.
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: 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.
Chosen answer: Evangeline is their cat.