Jo March: [about her short haircut] Well it's boyish, becoming and easy to maintain.

Jo March: [repeated several times] Christopher Columbus!

Jo March: If wearing hair up means becoming a lady, I'll wear it down until I'm 100 years old.

Amy March: I'm sure neither of you suffer as I do. You don't have to go to that nasty old Davis' school with impertinent girls who laugh at your dresses and label your father 'cause he isn't rich.
Jo March: Libel, libel! Don't say "label" as if Papa were a pickle bottle.
Amy March: I know what I mean. And you needn't be statirical about it.
[Jo suppresses a laugh at Amy's mispronunciation]
Amy March: It's proper to use good words and improve your vocabillary.

[first lines]
Marmee March: So you're going to Washington?
Elderly man: Yes, ma'am; my son is sick in the hospital there.
Marmee March: Oh, this will be an anxious Christmas for you.
Marmee March: [finding him a coat] I think this one will do; let's try this. Is it your only son?
Elderly man: No, ma'am. I had four; two were killed, one is a prisoner.
Marmee March: [deeply moved] You've done a great deal for your country, sir.
Elderly man: Oh, not a mite more than I ought, ma'am. I'd go myself if I was any use. Thank you for the overcoat.
Marmee March: Wait a minute...
Marmee March: [giving him some money] I hope you find him better.
Elderly man: Thank you, ma'am. God bless you; merry Christmas. Merry Christmas!
Marmee March: Merry Christmas!

Prof. Bhaer: Oh, please, please... just, just one moment, before... I have a wish to ask you something. Would you... Oh, I-I... I have no courage to think that... but, but, but, could I dare hope that... I? I... I know I, I shouldn't make so free as to ask. I have nothing to give, but my heart so full and... and these empty hands.
Jo March: [taking his hands in hers] Not empty now.
Prof. Bhaer: Oh, heart's dearest!
[they embrace]
Jo March: [drawing him into the house] Welcome home!