– Oh! This ridiculous dress! I've been tripping over it all night.
– Tie something around your neck where it can do you some good.
– Hello! Jo! Come over here!... You too, Meg! It's dead as tombs around here.
– Mr. Laurence! One doesn't shout at ladies as if they were cattle.
– Is it true that you lived in Italy among artists and vagrants?
– My mother was Italian. And a pianist... Grandfather disapproved of her.
– Well, my… My mother and father were part of a rather unusual circle in Concord… Do you know the word «transcendentalist»?
– But this is German romantic philosophy. We throw off constraints and come to know ourselves through insight and experience. It's out of fashion now.
– Well, not in the March family, I’m afraid. It’s just that with all that transcendence comes much emphasis on perfecting oneself.
– This gives you a problem?
– I'm hopelessly flawed.
If lack of attention to personal finances is a mark of refinement, then I say the Marches must be the most elegant family in Concord!
– Gentlemen of the press, hear, hear! I call to your attention... Our Mr. Tupman's "The History of the Squash".
– Oh, don't read mine.
– Beth, this isn't a story. It's a recipe!
– Oh, dear, I never know what to write.
– First rule of writing, Mr. Tupman, is never write what you know.