MARMEE
Merry Christmas. -
BETH
I love you.
MARMEE
My Jo . . . Merry Christmas. -
JO
Merry Christmas, Marmee.
MARMEE Don't sit up too late. JO
I won't.
JO
Late at night, my mind came alive with voices and friends as dear to me
as my real ones. I gave myself up to it, longing for transformation.
MEG
Jo, don't eat much at supper, and don't shake hands . . . Your dress!
JO
Oh..I know
MEG
You stand too close to the fire. Just keep your back to the wall.
AMY
Oh look! What cunning little heels! -
JO
They're rather small.
MEG
It's only one night. Will anyone notice they're from the rag bag?
AMY
You have to have heels. What's that strange smell? Like burnt feathers . . .
MEG
Heavens above! - You've ruined me!
JO
I'm sorry! You shouldn't have had me do it. I spoil everything.
MEG
I can't go out like this. -
JO
Good. I'm not going either.
AMY
We'll place my bow in front.
BETH
Yes, that covers it.
MEG
I'll never have suitors. I'll be an old spinster.
AMY one.
You don't need scores of suitors, you only need one. If he's the right
GRANDMA Listen to the child ! BETH
Meg won't be married right away.
MEG
With Jo's help, I never will.
BETH
Jo, Tell me what happens next. After the duke renounces his fortune and saves Lady Zara . . .
JO
I don't know. It's all murder. The damsel's in distress.
BETH
I love your damsels in distress.
JO
Beth, truly, I don't know if I could ever be good like Marmee. I rather
crave violence. If only I could be like Father, and go to war and fight
injustice.
BETH
So Marmee does, in her own way. -
JO
Yes . . .
JO
I want to do something different. I don't know what, I'm on the watch.
BETH You'll find it, Jo. AMY I want to go to the theatre! I never get to go anywhere JO
No. Where are the opera glasses?
AMY
You're just hogging Laurie. Please, can't I go?
MEG
Laurie only reserved four seats. Do I look shabby?
JO
It's not a coronation, just Laurie and that awful Mr. Brooke.
AMY
Ask him for another ticket. -
JO
No.
JO
You've a cold. Rest your eyes. -
BETH We'll make ginger tea. JO
You're weeks behind in algebra. I won't have an ignorant sister. Don't sulk, you look like a pigeon.
AMY You'll be sorry for this, Jo March! MEG That was rude. JO
You plastered yourself on him.
MEG It's proper to take a man's arm. MARMEE How was the theatre? JO
It was wonderful. I was absolutely inspired by the love scene.
MARMEE JO
You look flushed. Was the theatre overcrowded?
Still sulking? Where did I put my manuscript?
AMY I didn't do it! JO
I'm going to kill you !
MARMEE Jehosephat! JO
How could you do this to me?
MARMEE Jo, stop it! You're hurting her. MARMEE Let her go. What's happened? -
JO
I hate you !
MARMEE Don't touch it, just let it go. JO
You're dead ! You're nothing ! I never want to see you again !
MARMEE It's a great loss. You have every right to be put out. But don't
let the sun go down on your anger. Forgive each other. MARMEE
Begin again tomorrow. -
JO
I'll never forgive her.
AMY
I'm sorry, Jo.
JO
Meg! Meg! you won't believe it!
JO
Meg, I sold "The Lost Duke of GIoucester"! Five whole dollars!
JO I'm an author . . . Beth? BETH The Hummel baby is sick. BETH I feel
so strange. MEG She's hot, but she feels cold. She's thirsty, but won't
drink. JO
Arsenic? Belladonna? -
GRANDMA I saw the Hummels.
GRANDMA had it.
Two children are dead from scarlet fever. You and Miss Jo have But, Miss Amy . . . We must send you away.
MARMEE
JO
Jo! Cricket, Marmee's here. Icy cold ! Jo, fetch a basin of vinegar,
water, and some rags. Meg, my kit. We'll draw the fever down from her
head.
Beth . . .
AMY Jo, Are you ill? BETH She has refused Laurie. AMY I'm sure she can take it back. It's just a misunderstanding. JO
Listen to him . . .
JO
I must get away. -
AMY Of course. AMY Aunt March is going to France. JO
France! That's ideal !
AMY Jo, Aunt March asked me to go. JO
To Europe?
JO
My Europe.
JO
When? -
AMY It was decided just today. AMY I am her companion now. She wishes me
to study painting abroad and hope I might make a good match there. But
perhaps she wouldn't mind if you stayed at Plumfield AMY while we're
gone. JO
Of course Aunt March prefers Amy. I'm ugly and I say the wrong things. I
fly around throwing away good marriage proposals. I love our home, but
I'm so fitful. I can't stand being here. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Marmee.
There's something wrong with me. I want to change, but I can't, and I . .
. I just know I'll never fit in anywhere.
MARMEE Jo, you have so many extraordinary gifts. How can you expect to
lead an ordinary life? You're ready to go out and find a good use for
your talents. Although I don't know what I'll do without my Jo. Go . . .
and embrace your liberty. And see what wonderful things come of it.