Amy: I couldn't believe Jo turned you down. I'm so sorry.
Lorie: Don't be, Amy. I'm not.
艾咪：真難相信喬拒絕了你，我為你感到遺憾。
勞理：不，艾咪，別為我感到遺憾。我並不遺憾。
Meg: I don't suppose. That's too much an extravagance.
Dressmaker: Will 20 yards do?
Meg: Yes.
我不認為，這太奢侈了
Jo: I can't go over my disappointment in being a girl. 我要是個男孩就好了
Jo: I scorched my dress, see? There. 我燒破了我的裙子
Lorie: I have an idea of how we can manage.
Mom: Goodness gracious, what have you done!
我的天啊，你們做了什麼？
Jo: Make room, Meg is a wounded soldier!
Meg: I sprained my ankle.
Sisters: Oh, Meg, you'll kill yourself for fashion one of these days.
Mom: Apologies for the chaos.
Friedrich in the letter: I promise honesty and whatever intelligence I can muster.
Amy: I feel sorry for you, I really do. I just wish you'd bear it better.
Lorie: You don't have to feel sorry for me, Amy. You'll feel the same way one day.
Amy: No, I'd be respected if I couldn't be loved.
Friedrich: I think you're talented, which is why I'm being so... blunt.
Jo: I can't afford to starve on praise.
Jo: Shakespeare wrote for the masses.
Fred: Shakespeare was the greatest poet who ever lived because he smuggled his poetry in popular works.
Jo: But I'm not Shakespeare.
Fred: Thank goodness, we already have him.
...
Jo: No one will forget Jo March.
Fred: I can believe it.
Mother in the letter: Jo, come home immediately, Beth has taken a turn for the worse.
貝絲的情況惡化了
Meg: It's so dreadful being poor.
Amy: How come some girls get to have lots of pretty things and others have nothing at all?
Beth: At least we have father and mother, and each other.
Jo: We haven't got father, and we won't have him as long as this war drags on.
Meg: I wish I have heaps of money and plenty of servants, so I never had to work again.
Amy: Jo, that's so boyish.
Jo: That's why I do it.
Amy: Well, I detest rude unlady-like girls.
Jo: I hated affected little chits. 矯揉造作的 黃毛丫頭，不知禮的年輕女子
Mom: My girls, will you give them your breakfast as a Christmas present?
One of the girls: That's so generous of him.
Letter from the dad:
"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 comfort 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 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."
Aunt March: You mind yourself, dearie, someday you'll need me, and you'll wish you had behaved better.
Jo: Thank you, Aunt March, for your employment and your many kindnesses, but I intended to make my own way in the world.
Aunt March: (Laugh) Oh, no one makes their own way, not really, least of all women. You'll need to marry well.
Jo: But you're not married, Aunt March.
Aunt March: That's because I'm rich. And I made sure to keep all my money, unlike your father.
Jo: So the only way to be an unmarried woman is to be rich?
Aunt March: Yes.
Jo: But there are precious few ways for women to make money.
Aunt March: That's not true. You can run a cat house, or go on a stage. Practically the same thing. Other than that, you're right, precious few ways for women. That's why you should heed me.
Jo: So I can get married?
Aunt March: NO, so you can live a better life than your poor mother has.
Jo: 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: Yes, but he was right.
Aunt March: It's possible to be right and foolish.
Jo: Well, I don't think so.
Aunt March: Well, you're not paid to think.
Amy: Susan, it is immoral.
Susan: Everyone benefited from the system, including you Marches. Why should only the South be punished?
Amy: We should all be punished.
Susan: The Marches love a cause.
Mr. Brook: Latin is a privilege. Please, you have to learn this. I can't afford to lose this position. Just return to the Cicero. (西賽羅)
Jo: What richness! Oh, Theodore Lawrence, you ought to be the happiest boy in the world!
Laurie: A fellow can't live on books alone.
Jo: I could.
Mr. Lawrence: I knew your mother's father. You've got his spirit.
Mother: Amy, you did wrong, and there will be consequences.
Meg: Beth insisted we not tell her because she didn't want to ruin Amy's trip.
Jo: Has anyone taken my novel?
Meg, Beth: No. / No, why?
Amy: I am the most sorry for it now. I'm so sorry.
Mom: Jo, don't let the sun go down your anger. Forgive her. Help each other. And you begin again tomorrow.
Jo: She doesn't deserve my forgiveness. And I will hate her! I will hate her forever!
Amy: Is she going to be like this forever?
Beth: It was a very hard loss for her.
Amy: Is there nothing I can do?
Meg: Go after her. Don't say anything till Jo has got good-natured with Laurie, and then just say some kind thing. I'm sure she'll be friends again.
Jo: If you had died it would've been my fault.
Jo: When I get in a passion I get so savage I could hurt anyone and I'd enjoyed it.
Mom: You remind me of myself.
Jo: But you're never angry.
Mom: I'm angry nearly every day of my life.
Jo: You are?
Mom: I'm not patient by nature but with nearly 40 years of effort, I'm learning to not let it get the better of me.
Jo: I'll do the same then.
Mom: I hope you'll do a great deal better than me. There are some natures too noble to curb, too lofty to bend.
Marmie: Pretty things should be enjoyed.
Mr. Brook: Do you think this is a good idea, her going away like this?
Marmee: Girls have to go into the world and make up their own minds about things.
Meg: Thank you for the carriage, Mr. Laurence. I don't know how to repay you. 報答
Mr. Laurence: Nonsense. Nonsense. Although there's one thing. It occurred to me that my daughter's piano suffers from want of use. Any of your girls like to run over, and practice on it now and then, just to keep it in tune?
Daisy??
Meg: I tried to be contented but it is hard. ...I'm tired of being poor.
John: I was afraid of this. I do my best, Meg.
John: And...and I really am very sorry that you've had to do without so many beautiful things and that, you're married to someone who can't give them to you.
Amy: 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 some common-place dauber, and I don't intend to try anymore.
Laurie: What women are allowed into the club of geniuses anyway?
Amy: I do think male or female, I am of middling talent.
才能平庸
艾咪的女權發言！！！
And as a woman, there'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, the money will belong to my husband the moment we got married. And if we had children, it 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.
1:08:30~
Jo read:
"We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers. What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?"
貝絲鼓勵喬為她寫作
Jo: I can't. I don't think I can anymore.
Beth: Why?
Jo: It's just... no one even cares to hear my stories anyway.
Beth: Write something for me. You are a writer. Even before anyone knew or paid you. I'm very sick and you must do what I say.
Jo: Ahh.
Beth: Do what Marmee told us to do. Do it for someone else.
The letter from Mr. Laurence to Beth:
"Miss Beth March, I have had many pairs of slippers in my life, but I never had any that suited me so well as yours. And they will always remind me of the gentle giver. I'd like to pay my debts, and hope you will accept this gift. Your grateful friend and humble servant, James Laurence."
1:20:13
Beth: Keep writing them.
Jo: I will.
Beth: Even when I'm not here.
Jo: Don't say that. Don't say...
Beth: Jo, I have to tell you.
Jo: No, you don't.
Beth: I've had a very long time to think about this, and... and I'm not afraid.
Jo: No.
Beth: It's like the tide going out. It goes out slowly but it can't be stopped.
Jo: I'll stop it. I've stopped it before.
Father's sick. Beth's sick as well.
Beth's prevailed the first time, but this time... God has changed his will.
Meg: Just because my dreams are different than yours doesn't mean they're unimportant. I want a home and a family, and I'm willing to work and struggle, but I want to do it whit John.
Jo: I just hate that you're leaving me. Don't leave.
Meg: Oh, Jo. I'm not leaving you. Besides, one day it will be your turn.
Jo: I'd rather be a free spinster and paddle my own canoe.
Meg: (Laugh)
Jo: I would.
Jo: I can't believe childhood is over.
Meg: It was going to end one way or another. And what a happy end.
Jo turned down Laurie.
Jo: I ruined my friendship with my temper, just as I ruin everything. I'm sure I'll never see him again.
Marmee: I doubt that a sincere friend would be deterred.
Jo: I wish that were true.
Marmee: But do you love him?
Jo: I care more to be loved. I want to be loved.
Marmee: That is not the same as loving.
Jo: I know. (pause) You know, I just... I just feel... 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...I'm so lonely.
Jo: Life is too short to be angry at one's sisters.
F: I have nothing to give you, Jo.
Jo: It doesn't matter.
F: My hands are empty.
Jo: It's not empty.
Mr. Dashwood
Laura Dern
