Susan Sarandon credited as playing...
Mrs. March
- Mrs. March: Feminine weaknesses and fainting spells are the direct result of our confining young girls to the house, bent over their needlework, and restrictive corsets.
- Mrs. 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.
- Mrs. March: [Jo hands Marmee some money for her journey] Twenty-five! Can Aunt March spare this?
- Jo March: I couldn't bear to ask her. I sold my hair.
- Younger Amy March: Jo, how could you? Your one beauty.
- 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.
- 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.
- Mrs. March: [Jo has been to visit Aunt March to try and get money for a train ticket] 25? Can Aunt March spare this much?
- Jo March: I couldn't bear to ask.
- [she takes off her hat, everyone gasps - she's got short hair]
- Jo March: I sold my hair.
- Mrs. March: [as revenge, Amy has burned a precious manuscript] It is a very great loss and you have every right to be put out. But don't let the sun go down on your anger. Forgive each other, begin again tomorrow.
- Jo March: I will never forgive her.
- Mrs. March: Wouldn't this have made a wonderful school?
- Jo March: A school.
- Mrs. March: Hmm. What a challenge that would be.
- Jo March: [shocked at the decline of Beth's health] Marmee.
- Mrs. March: She wouldn't let us send for you sooner. The doctor has been a number of times but it's beyond all of us and I think she's been waiting for you before she...
- Mrs. March: Cricket. Marmee's here. Icy cold. Jo, fetch a bowl with water, vinegar and some rags. Meg, my kit. We must draw the fever down from her head.
- Mrs. March: [reading a letter] "Aunt March is bedridden and would not survive a sea voyage. Amy must bide her time and return later".
- [sighs]
- Mrs. March: Just as well.
- 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.
- Mrs. March: It's a frivolous concern in times like these. You are more intent upon reshaping your dear little nose than in fashioning your character.
- Mr. Laurence: She cannot go without gloves. The Moffats are society.
- Mrs. March: You're absolutely correct.