Jo: He’s dull as powder, Meg. Can’t you at least marry someone amusing?
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Jo: You plastered yourself on him!
Meg: It’s proper to take a gentleman’s arm if it’s offered!
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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.
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Jo: Well, of course Aunt March prefers Amy over me. Why
shouldn’t she? I’m ugly and awkward and I always say the wrong things. I fly around throwing away perfectly good marriage proposals. I love our home, but I’m just so fitful and I can’t stand being here! I’m sorry, I’m sorry Marmee. There’s just something really wrong with me. I want to change, but I – I can’t. And I just know I’ll never fit in anywhere.
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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.
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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.
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Little Amy: Butter! Oh isn’t butter divinity? Oh God thank you for this breakfast!
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Little Amy: 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.
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Marmee: Oh, Jo. Jo, you have so many extraordinary gifts; how can you expect to lead an ordinary life? You’re ready to go out and – and find a good use for your talent. Tho’ I don’t know what I shall do without my Jo. Go, and embrace your liberty. And see what wonderful things come of it.
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Amy: You don’t need scores of suitors. You need only one… if he’s the right one.
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“So the poor knight is to be left sticking in the hedge, is he?” asked Mr Brooke, still watching the river, and playing with the wild rose in his bottonhole.
“I guess the princess gave him a posy, and opened the gate after awhile,” said Laurie, smiling to himself and throwing acorns at his tutor.
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“Jo, it’s time.”
“Time for what?”
“You don’t mean to say you have forgotten that you promised to make half a dozen calls with me today?”
“I’ve done a good many rash and foolish things in my life, but I dont think I was mad enough to say I’d make six calls, when a single one upsets me for a week.”
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Laurie: I have loved you since the moment I clamped 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.
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Marmee March: Oh, Jo. Jo, you have so many extraordinary gifts; how can you expect to lead an ordinary life? You’re ready to go out and – and find a good use for your talent. Tho’ I don’t know what I shall do without my Jo. Go, and embrace your liberty. And see what wonderful things come of it.
