Columbia Pictures original film Little Women was released digitally last Tuesday March 10th, 2020.
#LittleWomenMovie
is based on literature of the same name.
rottentomatoes: 95%
metacritic: 91
imdb: 8.0
oscars: 1 win
golden globes: 2 nominations
Josephine March
Jo March writes a book outside of 1860’s Concord, Massachusetts.
ACTRESS IN A LEADING ROLE
1 nomination: 2020
Best Performance by an Actress in a Motion Picture – Drama
1 nomination: 2020
“Excuse me. I was looking for the Weekly Volcano office. I wish to see Mr. Dashwood. A friend of mine desired me to offer a story by her. She– she wrote it. She’d be glad to write more of this suits. No, sir. She has sold to Olympic and Scandal, and she got a prize for a tale at the Blarneystone Banner. Yes. Oh, you will? Um, but you’ve cut… I took care to have a few of my sinners repent. What compensation–? How do you–? Oh. You can have it. Make the edits. Should I tell my… uh, my friend you’ll take another if she had one better than this? Excuse me? Oh, uh, yes. None at all, if you please. Oh, well, heh… good morning, sir. Good day. Yes!” — Jo March
“Oh, good afternoon. Thank you. Thank you. Oh. Oh, my students need me. Always working. Money is the end and aim of my mercenary existence. My sister Amy’s in Paris, and until she marries someone obscenely wealthy, it’s up to me to keep the family afloat. Goodbye.” — Jo March
“Excuse me? I only speak English. I’m sorry, what? What did you say? Oh!” — Jo March
“I’ll take this off. You know I never dance. Wear your regular shoes. These fit last winter. Don’t touch me. I feel ridiculous. I don’t wanna look it. Don’t want to. Won’t. I’ll keep it in my head and sing it for you. It’s the dampness drying. Now I’ll take this off and you’ll see a perfect ringlet. Meg, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have asked me.” — Jo March
“All right. Well… Meg. Fine. Ooh! Sorry. I didn’t know anyone was here. No. Mm, so do I. Heh. Yes, Mr. Laurence, but I’m not Miss March. I’m only Jo. Don’t you dance? Europe! Oh, that’s capital! Shouldn’t use words like that. Oh, Meg. She’s my older sister. Here. Hm… oh, that’s her. See? The girl in the violet dress. She reminds me to be good so Father will be proud of me when he returns. He volunteered for the Union Army. And I wanted to go fight with him. I can’t get over my disappointment in being a girl. I can’t because… you won’t tell? 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. What? Oh! I don’t see what you can do, except get a carriage or stay all night. What choice do you have, hm?” — Jo March
“She’s lame and can’t walk. She’s hobbling. Make room. Meg is a wounded soldier. Can I call you Teddy?” — Jo March
“Those are just stories, of course. But I’m working on a novel. Yes. So far, anyway. It sells, so… oh, my mother wouldn’t like it. It’s too gory for her. I wanna help with the money I make and not worry her. Uh, but… they’re… they’re published in the papers, and people have always said that I’m talented. Well, I can’t afford to starve on praise. Of course I’m upset. You just– you told me you didn’t like my work. I– yes, I do. Yes, I’ve been rejected plenty of times. And who made you high priest of what’s good and what’s bad? Then why are you acting like it? My reaction indicates that you are a pompous blowhard. Shakespeare wrote for the masses. I’m no Shakespeare. If you know so much about it, why don’t you just do it yourself? No, you don’t. You will always be a critic and never an author. And the world will forget that you ever even lived. But… I– but I… no one will forget 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.” — Jo March
“Oh, thank you. Beth. Merry Christmas, world. Merry Christmas! Oh, I got carried away with our revenge play last night, Poison. Won’t be Christmas without any presents. We haven’t got father as long as this war drags on. Or you could be a proper actress. They aren’t all fallen women. Yes, but it sounds crass when she says it. I’m not. What about your music, huh? Don’t play mother just because she’s not home. That’s why I do it. I hate affected little chits. You’re more family than old Aunt March. I wish she could help others at a time convenient to us. I’ve rewritten the climax. We need to set it to memory. Amy, get the costumes. Wait until you see this new speech. Not quite. Miss Michelangelo, can you rehearse the fainting scene? You’re as stiff as a poker. Hannah? I didn’t even say anything. I need both of you to kneel right here. I need you to kneel. This is supposed to be our special scene. Smile. You have to. So I think that she’ll need to kneel. Marmee! Oh, merry Christmas! Of course. I could eat a horse. What?” — Jo March
“Would you like some? You want one? Yeah, have it all. It’s good, isn’t it? It’s Aunt March. His grandson, Laurie, put the idea into his head. I know he did. We should make friends with him. What do you know? You’ve barely spoken to him. Ow! Don’t I wish I could go? What if I do?” — Jo March
“Make it sweet and swift and strong… oh, thank you. We are a bunch of ungrateful minxes. I like strong words that mean something. What’d you do that for?” — Jo March
Beth, after shopping, I need you to work through the new sums and spelling. I’ll check it when I get home. Yes? Yes? Here. I’m sorry. I’ll continue. Thank you, Aunt March, for your employment and your many kindnesses, but I intend to make my own way in the world. But you are not married. So the only way to be an unmarried woman is to be rich? There are precious few ways for women to make money. So I can get married. But Marmee loves her life. Yes, but he was right. Well, I don’t think so. I’d like that more than anything.” — Jo March
“What richness. You ought to be the happiest boy in the world. I could. What did you do? Oh, Christopher Columbus, look at that. I’m not scared of anyone. He looks stern, but my grandfather was more handsome. Oh… no, actually, you are very handsome. I didn’t mean– oh, well, thank you, sir. Good. That man has always been an idiot. Me? I already teach Beth. Yes! Beth would adore the piano. Yes, that’s our Beth. I’m going to take this one. If that’s okay. I’ll bring it back soon. Thank you!” — Jo March
“Starring the greatest actress from here to the Mississippi River, Miss Meg March. Yes. There we go. Very good. Excellent. Bravo, bravo. Mm-hm. Excellent. Mr. President and gentlemen, I wish to propose the admission of a new member. One who would be deeply, deeply grateful and would add immensely to the spirit of the club. I propose… Mr. Theodore Laurence! What? Come, now. Let’s have him. All right, I call a vote. Put your hands up. Put your hands up. It’s Laurie. There is no time like the present… yes. Yes, yes. Go on.” — Jo March
“Hello. Daisy and Demi! Can I have a hug? Oh, you’ve gotten so big. I know. Well, I’m here now. Where is Beth? Take this and find her the best doctor you can. No, I’m not going back. I’m using the rest to take her to the sea and get her strong. When’s Amy coming home? Does she not know? Amy has always had a talent for getting out of the hard parts of life.” — Jo March
“You’re not invited. Yes, we are. Now stop bothering. Yes. Hurry. You can’t go. Don’t be a baby and whine about it. I think you’d hate to poke in where you’re not wanted. We already have to deal with dull Mr. Brooke. You will not come. Come, Meg. Stop petting her. She was very, very good. She was. She was very good. Meg, you’re a million times better than she was. Although she was a terrific fainter. That Mr. Brooke, could be any more obsequious? Hold on. Let me just get this idea down. Has anyone taken my novel? Amy, you’ve got it. That’s a lie. Tell me, or I’ll make you!” — Jo March
“Life is too short to be angry at one’s sisters.” — Jo March
Amy March
ACTRESS IN A SUPPORTING ROLE
1 nomination: 2020
“Hm? Oh, yes. Very true, Aunt March. Mother doesn’t say anything about Beth. I feel I should go back. They all say, ‘stay.’ Yes, and until I’ve completed all of my painting lessons, of course. Stop the carriage! Laurie! What are you doing? Laurie, Laurie, Laurie! Laurie! Ha, ha! How are you? Oh! My, you’ve grown so much. You wrote you’d meet me at the hotel. You didn’t look hard enough. Oh, stop it. No. Where’s your grandfather? Flirting, gambling and drinking. Are you chasing some girls across Europe? I couldn’t believe Jo turned you down. I’m so sorry. Oh, Aunt March. Come to the New Year’s Eve party. Everyone will be there, including Fred. Pick me up at the hotel at 8, The Chavain. Oh! And, Laurie, dress for festivities! Top hats and silks! It’s Laurie.” — Amy March
“Why can’t we all go? It’s not fair. My nose will simply not look refined. Now, Jo. You could be pretty if you tried. What a queer smell, like burnt feathers. I’m Amy.” — Amy March
“Fred, would you like a glass?! I will. Thank you. Would you excuse me a second? Laurie. I waited an hour for you. Hm. Do you want to know what I think of you. I despise you. With every chance of being good, happy, and useful, you are lazy, faulty, and miserable. Well, selfish people like to talk about themselves. Yes, very selfish. With your money, talent, beauty, and health– yes, you like that, you old vanity. With good things to enjoy, you find nothing to do but dawdle. Aren’t you ashamed of a hand like that? Looks like it’s never done a day of work in its life, and that ring is ridiculous. I feel sorry for you. I really do. I just wish you’d bear it better. No, I’d be respected if I couldn’t be loved. Fred, I– I’m so sorry.” — Amy March
“Give me another orange. No, no poison. It’s Christmas. It’s not fair. How come some girls have pretty things and others have nothing. I have lots of wishes, but my favorite one is to be an artist in Paris and do fine pictures and be the best painter in the world. That’s what you want, Jo, to be a famous writer? Why be ashamed? Beth is perfect. You must not limit yourself. Jo, that’s so boyish. I detest rude, unladylike girls. Jo! My nose! My nose! Ow! It’s already no good! Jo! Jo! Where is Marmee? I’m starving. Dolls don’t get hungry. I have made the most divine crown, and I painted my old shoes blue, so she looks like a princess! I can’t help it. I never saw anyone faint. I don’t intend to make myself all black and blue. If I can fall down easily, I’ll drop. If I cannot, I shall fall gracefully into a chair. And I don’t care if Hugo comes at me with a pistol. I don’t want to. No one’s gonna be looking at us. I think Meg should be the director. Don’t say that, Jo.” — Amy March
“Marmee, we don’t need our toes. I think I’ve lost one. Has anyone else lost their toe? Is it fairies? The Laurence boy’s grandfather? I thought he was a mean old man. Jenny snow says Mr. Laurence disowned his son after he went off with an Italian woman. And now his grandson is an orphan and spends all his time in that house locked up with his tutor. Doesn’t Laurie seem so romantic? He’s half Italian. Jo sits in back, so we can’t see her cry. Ow!” — Amy March
“I have to go back and I don’t have any limes. Girls are trading pickled limes, and I’m in debt. I owe ever so many limes. Meg, thank you. That and the drawings will wipe out my debt. Hurry, I’ll be late.” — Amy March
“No, father’s fighting for him. Susan, it’s immoral. Maybe we should all be punished. I don’t know if I should. I’ll never get to go home again. I’m Amy. I know. Your brought my sister back after the dance. I would’ve never have sprained my ankle. I have lovely small feet, the best in the family. But I can never go home again because I’m in such trouble. Look. Mr. Davis hit me. Tell the servants I want this painting purchased immediately! Meg! My hand. Look. It hurts so much. Nothing. I did nothing. I did a drawing, and then Mr. Davis hit me. I wish all the girls would leave and he would die. I didn’t even do anything. I just did a drawing. Can I come look at paintings? Can you buy this painting? Thank you for my hand!” — Amy March
“Very well done, sirs. Excellent, excellent. Bravo. Absolutely not. He’s a real boy. Yes. Why? Why? What? No. It’ll change everything. Don’t put your hand up. Fine. Aye. Welcome, Laurie.” — Amy March
“When did you last see it? You’re going somewhere with Laurie. I know it. You’re going to the theater. Meg, please, can I come? I’ve been shut up here. I never get to go anywhere. Beth her her piano. I’m lonely. I don’t want chords. I want to go to the theater. But I can pay for myself. No! Please. Please, please, please! Ugh, you ‘ll be sorry for this, Jo March! You will! You’ll regret this! Stop looking at me like that! No, I haven’t. I haven’t got it, I don’t know where it is, and I don’t care. Ahh! I burnt it up! I burnt your book. I told you I’d make you pay, and I did!” — Amy March
Meg March
“Oh, I… John needs a new coat for winter, and Daisy and Demi need new clothes. I can’t. It’s– I just can’t. I don’t suppose it’s too much of an extravagance. Yes. Fifty dollars? What was I thinking? Oh, my loves. Go play.” — Meg March
“I know exactly who I wanna dance with. What have you done?! Marmee! I can’t go, I’m spoiled. My hair!” — Meg March
“Don’t stare, don’t put your hands behind your back, don’t say ‘Columbus,’ don’t say ‘capital.’ Don’t shake hands. Don’t whistle. Thank you. No, it’s so early. No. My ankle. I’ve hurt my ankle. How am I gonna get home? No, thank you. We cannot accept. No. It’s so early. You can’t mean to leave yet. I sprained my ankle. But they look so good, okay? Feels like being a fine young lady to come home from a party in a carriage and have maids wait on me. Ah!” — Meg March
“Jo, we’ve been up for hours. It’s dreadful being poor. I wish I had money and plenty of servants, so I never had to work. I can’t be an actress. Amy. Mother proposed not having presents this year because men are suffering in the Army. We can’t do much, but we can make our little sacrifices and do it gladly. We care what you think. I don’t want to. I’m so hungry. What is it?” — Meg March
“Be careful. That was amazing. I can’t feel my feet. Why? His daughter died? Jo, we can’t give up our only brother.” — Meg March
“Spirit, answer now my song. It’s so hard to go back to work after such good times. I wish it was Christmas every day. Or New Year’s. Wouldn’t that be exciting? Don’t say such despicable things. Limes? Will this do? I know what it is to want things and feel less than other girls. Bye. Amy! Are you in here? Only because schools for women are poor.” — Meg March
“Order! Order. Order. Order! A new play written by Miss Jo March will appear at the Barnville Theater in the course of the next few weeks that will surpass anything ever seen before on the American stage. Weekly report. Meg good, Jo bad. Beth very good. And Amy sort of middling. No. We don’t want any boys. This is a club for ladies.” — Meg March
“Jo! I wish you were here to teach them. Beth insisted we not tell her because she didn’t want to ruin Amy’s trip.” — Meg March
“I can’t seem to find anything. Marmee, have you seen my glove? Jo! Jo, where are you? I can’t find my other glove. We’re going to be late. Where are you going? You have the tickets? Sorry, you weren’t invited. I like him. He’s kind. I’m sorry, my sweet, but Jo is right. Next time. Amy!” — Meg March
“Oh, um… I loved every second of it. I thought the actress was– oh! Yes, she was really good. Bye! Oh, I love the theater. I wonder how she managed to turn so white as she did. I thought he was very well-mannered. Beth, what’s your favorite eye color? Mr. Brooke has blue eyes and an old soul, which is much more important than money. No. Why? Marmee!” — Meg March
Beth March
“Who will you dance with, Jo? I like your nose. I don’t want to go, but I wish I could hear the music. Ought they to smoke like that? Why is her hair off?” — Beth March
“Oh, Meg, you’ll kill yourself for fashion one of these days. Ah, it’s cold.” — Beth March
“Merry Christmas. What have you been writing? We have father, mother and each other. My wish to have us all be together with mother and father. That’s what I want. I do that for us. I don’t need anyone else to hear it. Joanna and I are very hungry. The melancholy piece is pretty good. I don’t see how you write such splendid things. You’re a regular Shakespeare. Look at this. Is this where you say that father would want us to?” — Beth March
“Out here with no sleeves. That’s nice, huh? Santa Claus. Boys scare me, and that big old house scares me. So sad. A letter from father! Will he be coming home?” — Beth March
“The Witch’s Curse, a play by Jo March. I’m glad mother doesn’t make me go to school with those girls. Oh, fine. I think we should do it. Even if we’re afraid, I say yes. It’s Laurie. Oh, thank you very much. Bravo, bravo.” — Beth March
“Take mine. I can teach you chords. Purple. No.” — Beth March
Marmee
“Beth! Beth?” — Marmee
“Goodness gracious. What have you done? Clear that chair. You’re supposed to be asleep. Help your sister, then back to bed. Here. Hannah, we need ice! Oh, come in. Come in. Apologies for the chaos. I enjoy baking in the middle of the night. Don’t mind the clutter, Mr. Laurence. We don’t. You must be part of their theatricals. They could use an extra player. You’ll have to fight Jo for the male roles or play a girl. Have a scone. And ice. Laurie, how are your ankles? Do you need ice? Just call me ‘mother’ or Marmee. Everyone does.” — Marmee
“Merry Christmas, ladies. I’m so glad to see you so happy. How’s your play? Jo, you look tired. Were you up again all night writing? Amy, come kiss me. Thank you. Merry Christmas. How are my girls? Not far from here lives a poor young woman, Mrs. Hummel. Her five children are in one bed to keep from freezing, and there’s nothing to eat. Will you give them your breakfast as a Christmas present? Yes.” — Marmee
“Oh, girls… hello. I’m back. And have food and blankets. And sweaters. And we brought some medicine. So these are my girls. Girls, why don’t you unpack the food? Why don’t we get some firewood? It’s so generous of him. He’s a very kind man who lost his little girl when she was only a child. Now his son as well. I’m not responsible for this feast, but I have got a surprise. It must be so disagreeable to sleep in a tent. He’ll stay and work faithfully as long as he can. We won’t ask for him to come back a minute sooner than he can be spared. ‘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. That when I come back to them… …I may be… fonder and prouder than ever… of my little women.’ Brava!” — Marmee
“Jo, we do not compare grandfathers. You are not to attend that school anymore. Jo will teach you. You’re a good teacher. You did wrong. There will be consequences. Thank you so much for taking care of Amy. My girls have a way of getting into mischief. Then you’ll run over and we’ll take care of you. We must go. Girls. Thank you again.” — Marmee
“I asked the doctor. It doesn’t make sense. So good to have you home. Take this off. She’s upstairs. Oh, my Jo. We thought she was better, but the fever’d weakened her heart. No. You need this to live in New York. We didn’t want to worry her. Jo, don’t be angry with your sister.” — Marmee
“All right, Jo! Jo! Jo! Please get off her!” — Marmee
Teddy Laurence
“Amy! Amy! I couldn’t find you. I didn’t recognize you. You’re so beautiful. I thought you liked that? In Germany. He’s still traveling. I’m on my own now, relaxing. Yes. Don’t tell your mother. No. Don’t be, Amy. I– I’m not. Aren’t you looking grand? I will. I’ll wear my best silk.” — Laurie Laurence
“Not at all. Stay if you like. I won’t disturb you? I don’t know many people here. I felt rather strange at first, you know? Miss March, isn’t it? And I’m not Mr. Laurence. I’m only Laurie. I don’t know how you do things here yet. I’ve spent most of my life in Europe. Says who? Mm. It’s very pretty. Where is he? Jo, would you like to dance with me? Because of what? Never. I have an idea how we can manage. Carriages are too expensive. Let me take you. It’s right next door. You must take mine, please. I always leave early. I do, truly.” — Laurie Laurence
“Is it all right? Laurie, please. Yes. Hello. Yes, thank you. No, thank you, ma’am.” — Laurie Laurence
“Amy. I feel caught. Amy, please. Amy. What do you think? Why do you despise me? Ooh, interesting. Selfish? Oh. Oh, you think I’m beautiful. I’ll be good for you, St. Amy. I’ll be good. I’m not. Jo gave me this ring. You don’t have to feel sorry. You’ll feel the same way one day. What have you done lately, oh, great artiste? Perhaps you’re fantasizing about spending Fred Vaughn’s fortune. Fred Vaughn, ladies and gentlemen!” — Laurie Laurence
“There’s a girl out there. Yes, Mr. Brooke, there’s a girl. That’s a girl. Hello there. Hello, Amy. I’m Laurie. Jo. A fellow can’t live on books alone. That’s my grandfather. Are you scared of him? Oh, yes, of course. Well, so do I. Come over whenever you’d like. Invite Beth as well. Jo, borrow whatever book you’d like. Yes. Goodbye.” — Laurie Laurence
“Ladies, ladies, please, please. This is my strategem. I deserve the blame. Jo only gave in to it after lots of teasing. I merely wish to say as a slight token of my gratitude that I… as a means of promoting friendly relations between adjoining nations. And thus, I propose this set of keys for a little post office I’ve made in the forest by the pond. Yes, four keys. They’re for you, darling. Meg, yes, yes. And for you. This is for me. Without further ado, thank you for your favor. I will take my seat as part of the club. Yes, well. Of course. Yes, yes.” — Laurie Laurence
“Ow! Jo!” — Laurie Laurence
Aunt March
“The Decadents have ruined Paris, if you ask me. These French women couldn’t lift a hairbrush. Amy? I said, these French women couldn’t lift a hairbrush. Oh, don’t humor me, girl. What do they write, your troublemaking family? You can do nothing if you go back. The girl is sick, not lonely. And you shouldn’t go home until you and Fred Vaughn are properly engaged. Oh, yes, yes. Of course. Amy! Amy! Amy March! Come back this instant! Come. Come on. Get him off me! We need to be somewhere. Off you go! I know.” — Aunt March
“Ooh! Josephine. Oh! Josephine. If there is a reason you stopped reading Belsham? You mind yourself, deary. Someday you’ll need me and you’ll wish you had behaved better. Oh, well. No. No one makes their own way. Not really. Least of all, a woman. You’ll need to marry well. That’s because I’m rich. And I made sure to keep hold of my money. Unlike your father. Yes. That’s not true. You could run a cathouse. 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. No. So you can live a better life than your poor mother has. 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. Well, it’s possible to be right and foolish. Well, you’re not paid to think. I know you don’t care much about marriage now. Can’t say I blame you. But I intend to go to Europe one more time and I need a companion, so how would you like to be the person I take? All right, then read. And don’t sneak around. I don’t like sneaks.” — Aunt March
Mr. Laurence
“You’re welcome. Perhaps you could tutor my grandson in manners, as well as mathematics, huh?”
“You think he’s more handsome, eh? I knew your mother’s father. You’ve got his spirit. Is she the quiet one? Tell that little girl to use our piano. Well, back to work. Back to work.”
John Brooke
“Thank you. And thank you, Mr. Laurence, for including me.”
“Sit down. Sit down, Laurie. Latin is a privilege. Please, you have to learn this. I can’t afford to lose this position. Return to the Cicero– no, there is not. No, there is not. Oh, there is a girl. Are you hurt?”
“Yes, women being taught at home is more proper, I believe. Indeed. Quite right. There’s also a lovely greenhouse. Oh, uh, Miss Meg? You forgot your glove.”
Mr. Dashwood
“Not a first attempt, I take it. A prize? Sit. We’ll take this. With alterations, it’s too long. The country just went through a war. People want to be amused, not preached at. Morals don’t sell nowadays. Perhaps mention that to your friend. We pay 25 to 30 for things of this sort. We’ll pay 20 for that. We’ll look at it. Tell her to make it short and spicy. And if the main character’s a girl, make sure she’s married by the end. Or dead. Either way. What name would she like put to the story? Just as she likes, of course.”
Friedrich Bhaer
“Good afternoon, Miss March. You’re on fire. You’re on fire! I have the same habit. You see? No one gets ink stains like yours just out of a desire for money.”
“Like, a big one. Like, a big one… like that.”
“For the writer in the attic. Because you enjoyed the play so much tonight, I wanted you to have this. It will help you study character and paint it with your pen. I would love to read what you’re writing, if you’ll trust me. I promise honesty and whatever intelligence I can muster. Yours, Friedrich.”
“And your novel… it will be like this? With plots like this? Duels and killing and– why don’t you sign your real name? Mm. You know, I– I don’t like them. Honestly, uh… I mean, I– I think that they’re not good. Oh, I think you’re talented. Which is why I’m being so… so blunt. Are you upset? Jo, I thought you wanted honesty. Has no on ever talked to you like this before? Do you have anyone to take you seriously, Jo, to talk about your work? No one, and I’m not– your reaction indicates there is some truth… Shakespeare was the greatest poet who ever lived because he smuggled his poetry in popular works. Thank goodness. We already have him. Because I’m not a writer. I don’t have the gifts you have. Oh, I’m sure they will. I can believe it.”
“She’s gone? Why? She didn’t say if she was coming back? I know.”
Hannah
“You wore those pink shoes? Do you want more ice?”
“I know you don’t care what I think, but you don’t want your mother to find you like this, do you? Don’t, Jo. Goodness only knows. Some poor creature came a-begging. Your ma set straight off to see what was needed. I’m not acting.”
“Mr. Laurence sent it. Yes. He saw you giving your Christmas breakfast away and he wanted you to enjoy the day.”
“That’s a draw I think. I can’t believe it. I think the loneliness got to Beth, though she ain’t said anything.”
Sallie Gardener Moffat
“Twenty yards of blue silk, as well as pink. Someone will be by for it later. Oh, Meg, that would be so lovely on you. I know the dressmaker to send you to. You’ll be the prettiest wife in Concord. And his wife needs a new dress. He’ll be so pleased with how you look, he’ll forget all about the expense.”
Mrs. Hummel
“It is good angels come to us. Say hello. He is not well.”
Daisy and Demi
“Mommy!”
“Three, four, five. You both got five.”
Seemster
“Will 20 yards do? Very good.”
Mrs. Kirke
“Perfect. That’s 4.50 a week. And that’s a good price. This is boardinghouse, not a charity. I need the rent on time. Kitty and Minnie are waiting.”
“Oh, Josephine, this came for you.”
“I don’t know. She just left. We didn’t have a heart-to-heart, professor. Why are you just sitting there? Please, go, go. Dust something. And what about the girls? She was the best teacher they ever had,”
Girl at Deb Ball
“Meg March, you look so pretty.”
Theatre Attendee
“Come dance!”
School Girl
“President Lincoln. My father says the war is a waste and we should let them keep their labor. Why should only the South be punished? Fine. Just do Mr. Davis.”
School Girl 2
“Everyone benefited from the system, including you Marches. The Marches love a cause.”
School Girl 3
“I’ll wipe out your debt and give you give you five more limes besides.”
Mr. Davis
“…your spelling and, moreover, your reading habit. Miss March.”
Actress (Olivia)
“There lies your way, due west. Then westward ho! Grace and good disposition attend Your Ladyship. You’ll nothing, madam, to my lord by me? Stay, I prithee, tell me what thou thinkest of me. If I think so, I think the same of you.”
Actress (Viola)
“That you do think you are not what you are. Then think you right, I am not what I am.”
NY Boarding House Woman
“My Beth would like you very much.”
NY Boarding House Man
“I’d like a room for two. Isn’t that a little expensive?”
Train Conductor
“Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Your stop, ma’am.”
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— The Academy (@TheAcademy) February 10, 2020
Congratulations to Jacqueline Durran on her #Oscars win for Best Costume Design for #LittleWomenMovie! pic.twitter.com/EDSpNc0ZNR
— Little Women (@LittleWomen) February 10, 2020
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Greta Gerwig and Noah Baumbach to Reunite For #Barbie Film Starring Margot Robbie https://t.co/h7Yk4qEOuv pic.twitter.com/okLFye9NmG
— IndieWire (@IndieWire) July 15, 2019
Greta Gerwig, Noah Baumbach to tackle @MargotRobbie-starring 'Barbie' movie https://t.co/3KG3RlRukF pic.twitter.com/KOKPinf3EV
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) July 15, 2019
Amy Pascal exits #Sony for #Universal deal https://t.co/OM1juJ1GXd pic.twitter.com/PAIaR9Y9P3
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) May 1, 2019
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— IGN (@IGN) August 4, 2018
Revised from Sabertooth to Kraven real quick 😁 pic.twitter.com/OFTeNNdDdF
— BossLogic (@Bosslogic) March 4, 2020
Saoirse Ronan talks about working with Greta Gerwig in @LittleWomen and being an Irish Barbie (maybe 😉) #EEBAFTAs #BAFTAs pic.twitter.com/sL2xHzM3QU
— BAFTA (@BAFTA) February 2, 2020
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— IndieWire (@IndieWire) December 24, 2018