Elizabeth Taylor credited as playing...
- Amy: How was I dressed when we had all that money?
- Jo March: In diapers.
- Amy: Why should I always be so ig-o-nor-ent?
- Meg March: Don't use slang words, Jo.
- Amy: And stop whistling! It's so boyish.
- Jo March: That's why I do it!
- Amy: Oh, how I detest rude, unladylike girls.
- Jo March: And I hate affected, niminy-piminy chits.
- Hannah: Come and get your tea, girls.
- Amy: Don't we ever have coffee anymore?
- Hannah: Coffee is scarce and dear. The ships are needed in the war. There ain't no time to go to Brazil and bring back coffee for Miss Amy March.
- Amy: I planned my costume, too. It's absolutely plain, with all the colors of the rainbow in it.
- Amy: I am a princess, am I not?
- Jo March: Yes, you are a princess, but you don't know it. You think you're a servant girl working for Beth. I mean Hagar, the witch.
- Amy: A princess always knows she's a princess.
- Amy: I certainly don't think it's fair for some girls to have lots of lovely things and other prettier girls have nothing at all.
- Amy: Meg's still dancing with Mr. Brooke.
- Beth March: I bet she's getting dizzy.
- Amy: Why, you don't get dizzy when you look straight into your partner's eyes.
- Beth March: Why not?
- Amy: Well, because you don't see anything else. You don't see all that other stuff whirling around.
- Meg March: Where are your gloves?
- Jo March: Here, they're stained with lemonade. I didn't think I'd better wear them.
- Amy: Why, you must! You can tell a lady by her gloves.
- Jo March: Not this lady.
- Hannah: A lady, barehanded?
- Meg March: You have to have gloves.
- Amy: You know, in Europe, one feels that dirt is so picturesque.
- Amy: Well! I don't think any of you suffered as I do. You don't have to go to school with impertinent girls who - label your father just because he's poor.
- Jo March: If you mean libel, then say so, and stop talking about labels as if Papa was a pickle bottle.
- Amy: [Holding a pillow along with a little kitten] I made a will when you were sick, Beth.
- Jo March: You made a will?
- Amy: You needn't laugh. I left you my plaster rabbit and my bronze inkstand. After all, you lost the cover to it. I left Laurie my Clay model of a horse, even though he did say it didn't have a neck.
