Starring: Saoirse Ronan, Emma Watson, Timothée Chalamet, Florence Pugh, Eliza Scanlen, Laura Dern, James Norton, Louis Garrel, Bob Odenkirk, Chris Cooper, Abby Quinn, Meryl Streep



Period drama written and directed by Greta Gerwig. Set in 1860s New England, in the aftermath of the American Civil War, the story follows the lives of four sisters, Jo (Saoirse Ronan), Meg (Emma Watson), Amy (Florence Pugh), and Beth (Eliza Scanlen) as they come of age. Though all very different from each other, the March sisters stand by each other through difficult and changing times.



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'There are some natures too noble to curb, and too lofty to bend.' - Marmee March (Little Women) Click To Tweet 'Talent isn't genius. And no amount of energy can make it so.' - Amy March (Little Women) Click To Tweet 'Just because my dreams are different than yours, it doesn't mean they're unimportant.' - Meg March (Little Women) Click To Tweet 'I suppose marriage has always been an economic proposition, even in fiction.' - Jo March (Little Women) Click To Tweet


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[in the present; Jo goes to an editor, Mr. Dashwood, and get one of her stories published]
Mr. Dashwood: We’ll take this.
Jo March: Oh, you will?
Mr. Dashwood: With alterations. It’s too long.
Jo March: But, you’ve cut… I took care to have a few of my sinners repent.
Mr. Dashwood: The country just went through a war. People want to be amused, not preached at. Morals don’t sell nowadays.


[referring to her stories that she’s writing under a different name]
Jo March: Should I tell my friend that you’ll take another, if she had one better than this?
Mr. Dashwood: We’ll look at it. Tell her to make it short and spicy. And if the main character is a girl, make sure she’s married by the end. Or dead, either way.
Jo March: Excuse me?
Mr. Dashwood: What name would she like put to the story?
Jo March: Oh. Yes. None at all, if you please.
Mr. Dashwood: Just as she likes, of course.


Friedrich Bhaer: Always working.
Jo March: Money is the end and aim of my mercenary existence.
Friedrich Bhaer: No one gets ink stains like yours just out of a desire for money.
Jo March: Well, my sister Amy is in Paris, and until she marries someone obscenely wealthy, it’s up to me to keep the family afloat. Goodbye.


[in the past; after Jo meets Laurie at a party]
Jo March: I can’t get over my disappointment in being a girl.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Jo, would you like to dance with me?
Jo March: I can’t, because…
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Because of what?
Jo March: You won’t tell?
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Never.
Jo March: I scorched my dress, see? There. And Meg told me to keep still, so no one would see it. You can laugh if you want to. It’s funny, I know.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: I have an idea of how we can manage.


[in the present; Jo meets with Professor Friedrich Bhaer, who is reading her stories]
Jo March: Those are just stories, of course. But I’m working on a novel.
Friedrich Bhaer: And your novel, it will be like this?
Jo March: Yes. So far, anyway.
Friedrich Bhaer: With plots like this? Duels and killing?
Jo March: It sells, so.


[referring to Jo’s stories]
Friedrich Bhaer: You know, I don’t like them. Honestly, I mean, I think that they’re not good.
[Jo looks visibly upset]
Jo March: But they’re published in the papers, and people have always said that I’m talented.
Friedrich Bhaer: Oh, I think you’re talented, which is why I’m being so blunt.
Jo March: Well, I can’t afford to starve on praise.
Friedrich Bhaer: Are you upset?
Jo March: Of course I’m upset. You just told me you didn’t like my work.
Friedrich Bhaer: I thought you wanted honesty.
Jo March: Yes, I do!
Friedrich Bhaer: Has no one ever talked to you like this before?
Jo March: Yes, I’ve been rejected plenty of times.


Friedrich Bhaer: Do you have anyone to take you seriously, Jo, to talk about your work?
Jo March: And who made you High Priest of what’s good and what’s bad, huh?
Friedrich Bhaer: No one, and I’m not.
Jo March: Well, then why are you acting like it?
Friedrich Bhaer: Jo, your reaction indicates that you must think there is some truth…
Jo March: My reaction indicates that you are a pompous blowhard!


[in the present; in Paris after Amy finds Laurie drunk at the party she invited him to]
Amy March: Do you want to know what I honestly think of you?
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: What do you honestly think of me?
Amy March: I despise you.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Why do you despise me?
Amy March: Because with every chance of being good, happy and useful, you are lazy, fault,y and miserable.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Ooh, this is interesting.
Amy March: Yes, well, selfish people do like to talk about themselves.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Am I selfish?
Amy March: Yes, very selfish. With your money, talent, beauty, and health.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Oh, you think I’m beautiful?
Amy March: Oh, yes, you like that, you old vanity. With all these good things to enjoy, you can find nothing to do but dawdle.


[as a drunk Laurie grabs Amy’s hand at the party]
Amy March: Aren’t you ashamed of a hand like that?
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: No, I’m not.
Amy March: Looks like it’s never done a day of work in its life, and that ring is ridiculous.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Jo gave me this ring.
Amy March: I feel sorry for you, I really do. I just wish you’d bear it better.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: You don’t have to feel sorry for me, Amy. You’ll feel the same way one day.
Amy March: No, I’d be respected if I couldn’t be loved.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: What have you done lately, oh, great “artiste”? Perhaps, you’re fantasizing about spending Fred Vaughn’s fortune? Fred Vaughn, ladies and gentlemen!


[referring to writing]
Jo March: If you know so much about it, then why don’t you do it yourself?
Friedrich Bhaer: Because I’m not a writer. I don’t have the gifts you have.
Jo March: No, you don’t! And you will always be a critic, and never an author. And the world will forget that you’ve ever even lived.
Friedrich Bhaer: I’m sure they will.
Jo March: But I… No one will forget Jo March.
Friedrich Bhaer: I can believe it.
Jo March: Listen, we are not friends. You are not my friend. And I don’t want your opinion, because I don’t like you very much. So, just don’t talk to me anymore, thank you.


[in the past; the sisters are together during Christmas]
Meg March: It’s so dreadful being poor.
Amy March: How come some girls get to have lots of pretty things, and others have nothing at all?
Beth March: At least we have father and mother, and each other.
Jo March: We haven’t got father. And we won’t have him for as long as this war drags on.


Amy March: I have lots of wishes, but my favorite one is to be an artist in Paris, and do fine pictures, and to be the best painter in the world.
Beth March: That’s what you want too, isn’t it, Jo, to be a famous writer?
Jo March: Yes. But it sounds so crass when she says it.
Amy March: Why be ashamed of what you want?
Jo March: I’m not!


Beth March: My wish is to have us all to be together with father and mother in this house. That’s what I want.
Amy March: Beth is perfect.
Jo March: What about your music, Queen Bess, huh?
Beth March: I only do that for us. I don’t need anyone else to hear it.
Amy March: You must not limit yourself.


[in the past; reading a letter from their father to the girls]
Marmee March: “Give them all my dear love and a kiss. Tell them I think of them by day, pray for them by night, and find my best comforts in their affection at all times. A year seems a very long time to wait before I see them, but remind them that while we wait we may all work, so these hard days need not be wasted. I know that they will be loving children to you, do their duty faithfully, fight their enemies bravely, and conquer themselves so beautifully. And when I come back to them, I may be fonder and prouder than ever of my little women.”


[in the past; Jo visits Aunt March and read to her]
Aunt March: You mind yourself, dearie. Some day you’ll need me, and you’ll wish you had behaved better.
Jo March: Thank you, Aunt March, for your employment, and your many kindnesses, but I intend to make my own way in the world.
Aunt March: No one makes their own way, not really, least of all a woman. You’ll need to marry well.
Jo March: But you are not married, Aunt March.
Aunt March: No, that’s because I’m rich. And I made sure to keep all of my money, unlike your Father.


Jo March: So, the only way to be an unmarried woman is to be rich?
Aunt March: Yes.
Jo March: But there are precious few ways for women to make money.
Aunt March: That’s not true. You could run a cat house, or go on the stage. Practically the same thing. Other than that, you’re right. Precious few ways for women. That’s why you should heed me.
Jo March: So I can get married?
Aunt March: No, so you can live a better life than your poor mother has.
Jo March: But Marmee loves her life.
Aunt March: You don’t know what she loves. Your father cared more about educating freedmen’s children than he did about caring for his own family.
Jo March: Yes, but he was right.
Aunt March: Well, it’s possible to be right and foolish.
Jo March: Well, I don’t think so.
Aunt March: Well, you’re not paid to think.


[in the past; after Laurie invites Amy to his home and is being picked up by Marmee and the sisters]
Marmee March: My girls have a way of getting into mischief.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: So do I.
Marmee March: Well, then you’ll run over and we’ll take care of you.


[in the present; Jo returns home when Beth becomes ill again]
Jo March: When’s Amy coming home?
Marmee March: We didn’t want to worry her.
Jo March: Does she not know?
Meg March: Beth insisted we not tell her because she didn’t want to ruin Amy’s trip.
Jo March: Amy has always had a talent for getting out of the hard parts of life.
Marmee March: Jo, don’t be angry with your sister.


[in the past; after Amy burns Jo’s writings]
Amy March: I burnt your book! I told you I’d make you pay, and I did!


[later as Jo is sobbing from the loss of her writings]
Amy March: I’m sorry, Jo.
Marmee March: Amy.
Amy March: It’s just that the only thing you care about is your writing. And it’s not as if I could’ve hurt you by ruining one of your dresses. And I really did want to hurt you. I am the most sorry for it now. I’m so sorry.
Marmee March: Jo, don’t let the sun go down on your anger. Forgive her. Help each other. And you begin again tomorrow.
Jo March: She doesn’t deserve my forgiveness. And I will hate her! I will hate her forever!


[in the past; as Jo expresses her guilt over what happened with Amy]
Jo March: What is wrong with me? I’ve made so many resolutions, and written sad notes, and I’ve cried over my sins, but it just doesn’t seem to help. When I get in a passion I get so savage, I could hurt anyone, and I’d enjoy it.
Marmee March: You remind me of myself.
Jo March: But you’re never angry
Marmee March: I’m angry nearly every day of my life.
Jo March: You are?
Marmee March: I’m not patient by nature. But with nearly forty years of effort, I’m learning to not let it get the better of me.
Jo March: Well, I’ll do the same then.
Marmee March: I hope you’ll do a great deal better than me. There are some natures too noble to curb, and too lofty to bend.


[in the past; Marmee gives some jewelry to Meg to wear to the debutante ball]
Marmee March: I’ve never understood saving jewelry until marriage. You should have something that’s just yours. Pretty things should be enjoyed.


[referring to Meg going to the debutante ball on her own]
John Brooke: Do you think this is a good idea, her going away like this?
Marmee March: Girls have to go into the world and make up their own minds about things.


[at the debutante ball]
Meg March: Do you like how I look?
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: No, I don’t.
Meg March: Why not?
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: I don’t like fuss and feathers.
Meg March: You are the rudest boy I ever saw.


[in the present; as Meg and John are struggling financially in their married life]
Meg March: I try to be contented, but it is hard. I’m tired of being poor.


[in the present; Laurie visits Amy in Paris to apologize for his behavior at the party]
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Hello, Amy.
Amy March: I don’t want to see you.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Amy, don’t be mad. I’m sorry for how I behaved.
Amy March: Have you been drinking again?
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Why are you being so hard on me? It’s 4:00 PM.
Amy March: Well, someone has to do it.


[referring to her painting]
Amy March: I’m a failure. Jo is in New York, being a writer, and I am a failure.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: That’s quite a statement to make at twenty.
Amy March: Well, Rome took all the vanity out of me. And Paris made me realize I’d never be a genius. So, I’m giving up all my foolish artistic hopes.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Why should you give up, Amy? You have so much talent.
Amy March: Talent isn’t genius. And no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great, or nothing. And I will not be a some common-place dauber, and I don’t intend to try anymore.


Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Now that you’ve given up all your foolish artistic hopes, what are you going to do with your life?
Amy March: Polish up on my other talents and become an ornament to society.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: That’s where Fred Vaughn comes in, I suppose.
Amy March: Don’t make fun.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: I only said his name. You are not engaged, I hope?
Amy March: No.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: But you will be, if he goes down properly on one knee?
Amy March: Most likely, yes. He is rich. Richer than you, even.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: I understand queens of society can’t get on without money. Although it does sound odd from the mouth of one of your mother’s girls.


Amy March: I’ve always known I would marry rich. Why should I be ashamed of that?
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: There’s nothing to be ashamed of. As long as you love him.
Amy March: Well, I believe we have some power over who we love. It isn’t something that just happens to a person.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: I think the poets might disagree.
Amy March: Well, I’m not a poet. I’m just a woman. And as a woman, ther’s no way for me to make my own money. Not enough to earn a living, or to support my family. And if I had my own money, which I don’t, that money would belong to my husband the moment we got married. And if we had children, they would be his, not mine. They would be his property. So don’t sit there and tell me that marriage isn’t an economic proposition, because it is. It may not be for you, but it most certainly is for me.


[in the past; after Laurie introduces the sisters to Fred]
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: This is Meg, Amy, Beth, and Jo.
Fred Vaughn: So pleased to meet you.
[Amy goes up and shakes his hand]
Amy March: Oh, how elegant. I’m Amy March. You remember that name. I’m going to come find you one day in London.
Fred Vaughn: Oh, I certainly will.


[in the past; as Marmee is going to leave to be with their ill father and Jo gives her money for the train]
Marmee March: Where did you get the money?
Jo March: Well, I only sold what was my own.
[she takes off her hat to reveal her short hair]
Meg March: Jo!
Amy March: Your hair! Your one beauty!
Hannah: You look like a boy.
Jo March: Well, it doesn’t affect the fate of the nation, so don’t wail.
[Marmee embraces her]
Marmee March: I am so proud you’re my daughter.
Jo March: I was just crazy to do something for Father. It’ll be good for my vanity anyway.


[in the present; Laurie visits Amy again in Paris; referring to Fred]
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Don’t marry him.
Amy March: What?
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Don’t marry him.
Amy March: Why?
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Why? You know why.
Amy March: No. No.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Yes.
[she pushes his hand away as he goes to touch her face]
Amy March: No. Laurie.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: What?
Amy March: You’re being mean.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: What? How am I being mean?
Amy March: Stop it! Stop it! I have been second to Jo my whole life in everything, and I will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her. I won’t do it. I won’t. Not when I’ve spent my entire life loving you.
[she throws her drawing to the ground, turns and walks off]


[during the past]
Amy March: I’m making a mold of my foot for Laurie, to remind him I have nice feet.


[in the present; referring to her sickness]
Beth March: It’s like the tide going out. It goes out slowly, but it can’t be stopped.
Jo March: I’ll stop it. I’ve stopped it before.


[in the past; as Jo is nursing Beth through her sickness]
Beth March: We can’t stop God’s will.
Jo March: Well, God hasn’t met my will yet. What Jo wills shall be done.


[in the past; Amy is staying with Aunt March after Beth contracts scarlet fever]
Aunt March: If you are very good, one day this ring will belong to you.
Amy March: Really?
Aunt March: If you keep being a proper young lady, just see if it doesn’t. You are your family’s hope now. Beth is sick. Jo is a lost cause. And I hear Meg has had her head turned by a penniless tutor. It’ll be up to you to support them all, and your indigent parents in their old age. So, you must marry well. Hm? Save your family. Alright, that’s all I wanted to say to you. You can go back and do your little painting.


[in the present; after Laurie visits Amy in Europe to urge her to not marry Fred but marry himself instead]
Amy March: Hello, Aunt March.
Aunt March: Oh, that Laurence boy was just here.
Amy March: He was?
Aunt March: What a disappointment he’s turned out to be. Must be the Italian in him.
Amy March: When will he be back?
Aunt March: He’s gone, to London. Why? What do you need to discuss with him?
[Amy looks visibly disappointed]
Amy March: I’ve just told Fred Vaughn I wouldn’t marry him.


[in the past; as their father returns home for Christmas]
Marmee March: Thank God you’re home!
Father March: Thank God for you!
Marmee March: Now I can be angry with you in person.


[in the past; on Meg’s wedding day]
Meg March: I can’t believe today is my wedding day.
[Jo doesn’t respond]
Meg March: What’s wrong?
Jo March: Nothing.
Meg March: Jo.
Jo March: We can leave. We can leave right now. I can make money. I’ll sell stories. I’ll do anything. I’ll cook. I’ll clean. I’ll work in a factory. I can make a life for us. And you, you should be an actress, and you should have a life on the stage. Let’s just run away together.
Meg March: I want to get married.
Jo March: But why?
Meg March: Because I love him.
Jo March: You will be bored of him in two years, and we will be interesting forever.
Meg March: Just because my dreams are different than yours, it doesn’t mean they’re unimportant.


Meg March: I want a home, and a family. And I’m willing to work and struggle. But I want to do it with John.
Jo March: I just hate that you’re leaving me. Don’t leave.
Meg March: Oh, Jo. I’m not leaving you. And besides, one day, it will be your turn.
Jo March: I’d rather be a free spinster and paddle my own canoe. I would. I can’t believe childhood is over.
Meg March: It was going to end one way or another. And what a happy end.


Aunt March: I may not always be right, but I am never wrong.


[in the past; after Meg’s wedding]
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: It’s no use, Jo. Jo, we’ve got to have it out.
Jo March: No!
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: I have loved you ever since I’ve known you, Jo. I couldn’t help it. And I tried to show it, and you wouldn’t let me, which is fine. But I must make you hear now, and give me an answer, because I cannot go on like this any longer!
Jo March: Teddy, please don’t.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: I gave up billiards. I gave up everything you didn’t like. I’m happy I did. It’s fine, and I waited, and I never complained, because I figured you’d love me, Jo. And I realize I’m not half good enough, and I’m not this great man.
Jo March: Yes, you are. You’re a great deal too good for me. And I’m so grateful to you, and I’m so proud of you. And I just ,I don’t see why I can’t love you as you want me to. I don’t know why.


Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: I can’t love anyone else, Jo. I only love you.
Jo March: Teddy, it would be a disaster if we married. Okay?
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: It wouldn’t be a disaster.
Jo March: We’d be miserable!
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Jo, I’d be a perfect saint!
Jo March: I can’t! I can’t! I’ve tried it, and I failed! I can’t.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Why does everyone expect it then? Why does your family and my Grandpa expect it? Why are you saying this? Say yes, and let’s be happy together, Jo.
Jo March: I can’t say yes truly. So I’m not going to say it at all. And you’ll see that I’m right, eventually, and you’ll thank me for it.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: I’d rather hanged myself than realize this, Jo.


Jo March: Listen, you’ll find some lovely accomplished girl, who will love you and adore you. And she’s going to make a fine mistress for your fine house. But I wouldn’t, alright?
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: Yes, you would, Jo.
Jo March: Look at me, I’m homely, and I’m awkward, and I’m odd.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: But I love you, Jo.
Jo March: And you’d be ashamed of me.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: I love you, Jo.
Jo March: And we would quarrel, because we can’t help it, even now. I’d hate elegant society, you’d hate my scribbling. And we would be unhappy, and we’d wish we hadn’t done it, and everything would be horrid.


Jo March: Teddy, I don’t believe I will ever marry. I’m happy as I am. And I love my liberty too well to be in any hurry to give it up.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: I think you’re wrong about that, Jo.
Jo March: No.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: I think you will marry, Jo. I think you’ll find someone, and love them, and you will live and die for them, because that’s your way, and you will. And I’ll watch.
[he turns and walks away]


[in the present; referring to turning down Laurie’s proposal of marriage]
Jo March: Perhaps I was too quick in turning him down, Laurie.
Marmee March: Do you love him?
Jo March: If he asked me again I think I would say yes. Do you think he’ll ask me again?
Marmee March: But do you love him?
Jo March: I care more to be loved. I want to be loved.
Marmee March: That is not the same as loving.
Jo March: I know. You know, I just feel like, women, they have minds, and they have souls, as well as just hearts. And they’ve got ambition, and they’ve got talent, as well as just beauty. And I’m so sick of people saying that love is just all a woman is fit for. I’m so sick of it! But I’m so lonely!


[in the present; Amy is returning home after Beth’s death when Laurie shows up and embraces her]
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: I couldn’t let you travel alone with Aunt March being so sick. Even if you despise me.
Amy March: I don’t despise you, Laurie. Beth was the best of us.
Amy March: I’m not marrying Fred.
Theodore ‘Laurie’ Laurence: I heard about that.
Amy March: And you are under no obligation to say anything, or do anything. I just didn’t love him as I should. So we don’t need to talk about it. We don’t need to say anything.
[Laurie kisses her]


[in the present; after Amy and Laurie return home married]
Jo March: Amy, I’m so happy for you. This was meant to be.
Amy March: Oh, I’m so relieved, thank you. I wanted to write, Jo. I wanted to write, and I wanted to explain everything. But everything was happening so fast, and really, I was worried you’d be angry at me.
Jo March: No. No.
Amy March: No, you’re not angry at me?
Jo March: Life is too short to be angry at one’s sisters.


[after Jo inherits Aunt March’s house and decides to use it to open a school; referring to her latest story]
Jo March: Well, it’s just about our little life.
Amy March: So?
Jo March: Well, who will be interested in a story of domestic struggles and joys? It doesn’t have any real importance, does it?
Amy March: Maybe, it doesn’t seem important because people don’t write about them.
Jo March: No, writing doesn’t confer importance, it reflects it.
Amy March: I don’t think so. Writing them will make them more important.
Jo March: When did you become so wise?
Amy March: I always have been, you were just too busy noticing my faults.
Meg March: Which were never there, of course.


[in the present; Jo meets with Dashwood again about publishing her book based on her and her sisters lives]
Mr. Dashwood: Frankly, I don’t see why she didn’t marry the neighbor.
Jo March: Well, because the neighbor marries her sister.
Mr. Dashwood: Right. Right. Of course. So, who does she marry?
Jo March: No one. She doesn’t marry either of them.
Mr. Dashwood: No. No! No! No! That won’t work at all!
Jo March: Well, she says the whole book that she doesn’t want to marry.
Mr. Dashwood: Who cares? Girls want to see women married, not consistent.
Jo March: No, it isn’t the right ending!
Mr. Dashwood: The right ending is the one that sells. Trust me, if you decide to end your delightful book with your heroine a spinster, no one will buy it. It won’t be worth printing.
Jo March: I suppose marriage has always been an economic proposition, even in fiction.
Mr. Dashwood: It’s romance.
Jo March: It’s mercenary.
Mr. Dashwood: Just end it that way, will you?
Jo March: Fine.


[in the present; we see Jo chasing after Bhaer to stop him from going to California]
Jo March: I don’t want you to leave! I want you to stay.
Friedrich Bhaer: You do?
Jo March: Yes!
Friedrich Bhaer: Then I would never leave if you wished me to stay.
Jo March: No, I want you to stay!
Friedrich Bhaer: I have nothing to give you, Jo.
Jo March: It doesn’t matter.
Friedrich Bhaer: My hands are empty.
Jo March: They’re not empty.
[they kiss]


[back with Jo and Dashwood discussing the ending of her book]
Mr. Dashwood: I love it. It’s romantic. It’s very moving. That’s very emotional.
Jo March: Well, thank you.
Mr. Dashwood: We can call the chapter, Under the Umbrella.
Jo March: That’s good.
Mr. Dashwood: Perfect.


[last lines; Jo is trying to negotiate copyright and royalties of her book]
Jo March: Mr. Dashwood, if I’m going to sell my heroine into marriage for money, I might as well get some of it.
Mr. Dashwood: Six point six percent.
Jo March: Done.
Mr. Dashwood: And you don’t need to decide about the copyright right now.
Jo March: No, I’ve decided. I want to own my own book.
[we then see Jo has opened a school in Aunt March’s house, and see her book being published and titled Little Women]


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