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Meg March
- Laurie: Fellow artists, may I present myself as an actor, a musician, and a loyal and very humble servant of the club.
- Jo March: We'll be the judge of that.
- Laurie: In token of my gratitude and as a means of promoting communication between adjoining nations, shouting from windows being forbidden, I shall provide a post office in our hedge, to further incourage the bearing of our souls and the telling of our most appalling secrets. I do pledge never to reveal what I recieve in confindence here.
- Meg March: Well, then. Do take your place Rodrigo.
- Jo March: Sir Rodrigo.
- 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.
- Mrs. March: [Meg has sprained her ankle and Laurie took her home in his carriage] He did a good deed putting snow on this ankle.
- Younger Amy March: He put snow on your ankle?
- Mrs. March: To bed, Miss Amy.
- Younger Amy March: With his own hands?
- Jo March: Oh, stop being so swoony.
- Mrs. March: I won't have my girls being silly about boys. To bed. Jo, dear.
- [to Meg]
- Mrs. March: Does this hurt?
- Younger Amy March: Everything lovely happens to Meg.
- Meg March: [sarcastically] Oh, yes, in deed.
- 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.
- Jo March: [uncovers John's eyes] Surprise!
- Mrs. March: John. You have a daughter.
- Hannah: And a son.
- [Marmee and Hannah hands the twins to John]
- Meg March: Oh, Marmee, I can't believe you did this four times.
- John Brooke: Yes, but never two at once, my darling.
- Laurie: Meg?
- Meg March: Please don't tell Jo how I've behaved.
- Laurie: As long as you won't tell anyone how I've behaved.
- Meg March: I was just playing a part. To see what it felt like to be Belle Gardiner with four proposals and 20 pairs of gloves.
- Laurie: You're worth ten of those girls.
- Boston Matron: Did you see the way that March girl has gone after the Laurence heir?
- Boston Matron: Best thing that could happen to the Marches.
- Meg March: This ridiculous dress, I've been tripping over it all night.
- Laurie: Tie something around your neck where it can do you some good.
- Younger Amy March: [Jo is curling Meg's hair] What's that smell? Like burnt feathers.
- Jo March: Aaahh!
- Meg March: You've ruined me!
- Meg March: Josephine March, you walked all the way from Walden Pond in only these bloomers?
- Beth March: As if she even noticed.
- Meg March: Why is it Laurie may do as he likes, and flirt and tipple champagne?
- Mrs. March: And no one thinks the less of him? Well, I suppose for one practical reason: Laurie is a man, and as such - he may vote, and hold property and pursue any profession he pleases. And so he is not so easily demeaned.
- Meg March: It's nice to be praised and admired. I couldn't help but like it.
- Mrs. March: Of course not. I only care what you think of yourself. If you feel your value lies in being merely decorative, I fear that someday you might find yourself believing that's all that you really are. Time erodes all such beauty. But what it cannot diminish is the wonderful workings of your mind. Your humor, your kindness, and your moral courage. These are the things I cherish so in you.
- Jo March: I propose the admission of a new member to our theatrical society. Theodore Laurence. We'll put it to a vote.
- Younger Amy March: Nay. He'll laugh at our acting and poke fun at us later.
- Beth March: He'll think it's only a game.
- Jo March: No, he won't. Upon my word as a gentleman.
- Meg March: Jo, when it's only ladies, we don't guard our conduct in the same way.
- Younger Amy March: We bear our souls and tell the most appalling secrets.
- Younger Amy March: I can hardly hold my head up. I owe at least a dozen limes.
- Jo March: Limes?
- Meg March: Are limes the fashion now?
- Younger Amy March: Of course they are. It's nothing but limes now. Everyone keeps them in their desks, and trades them for beads and things. And all the girls treat each other at recess. If you don't bring limes to school, you're nothing. You might as well be dead. I've had ever so many limes, and I can't pay anyone back.