[Meg has twisted her ankle and Laurie took her home in his carriage]
Amy: He put snow on your ankle? With his own hands?
Marmee: I won't have my girls being silly about boys. To bed!
Amy: Everything lovely happens to Meg.
Meg: [Sarcastically] Oh yes, indeed.
Laurie: Hello! Jo! Come over here. You too, Meg. It's dull as tombs around here.
Laurie: What do those girls do over there all day?
John Brooke: Over the mysteries of female life there is drawn a veil, best left undisturbed.
Amy: We bare our souls and tell the most appalling secrets.
Jo March: He's dull as powder, Meg. Can't you at least marry someone amusing?
Beth: I feel stronger with you close by.
Jo March: 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.
Amy: We'll all grow up some day, Meg. We might as well know what we want.
Jo: I rather crave violence.
Amy: Do you love Laurie more than you love me?
Jo: Don't be such a beetle! I could never love anyone more than I love my sisters.
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.
Jo: Now we are all family, as we always should have been.
Marmee: I am going to write him a letter.
Jo: A letter. That'll show him.
Beth: I am not afraid. I can be brave like you. But I know I shall be homesick for you, even in Heaven.
Jo: I fly around turning down perfectly good marriage proposals!
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