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Amy: Its going to be a dismal Christmas: what with Father away and no money for present.
Meg, Amy - Jo has a surprise for us.
Jo: Listen, everyone: I have risen to the occasion this ear and written us An Operatic Tragedy!
And we’re going to preform it for Christmas!
Meg: Ah hah!
Oooooohh!!
Jo: RODRIGO YELLS ‘EN GARDE’!
Touche!
JO:… And people seem to like what I write.
We love it, Jo.
Jo: And Ill give you all everything you’ve ever dreamed of!
Jo can do anything!
Jo: No matter what happens, we must promise that it’ll always be the four march sisters - forevrer!
Forever!
Amy: ‘Mother, dear mother, do not cry!"‘
‘Not my daughter, you wretch!’
Jo: Christopher Columbus, I’m bursting with energy! Someone give me a task to do!
I want you - to bring father home.
Jo: There! Across the road!
But thats on Mr. Lawrence’s property.
Jo: Prison? What care I for prison? (Transition to march parlor)
Jo is an incredible human being.
Amy: He looks sinister.
I think he looks sad.
Amy: I wouldnt be sad living in such a house.
Has anyone ever been inside?
Marmee: What criminal sister?
Marmee!
Amy: And shes inviting all of Concord to come see us perform it.
And I’m the mother in it.
Marmee: It sounds wonderful!
Oh, Marmee, it’s Jo’s best!
Marmee: Wheres Jo?
Shes outside.
Marmee: I want to hear all the things you did today.
I baked a dozen biscuits and then i practiced the piano.
Marmee: No. Destroying someone elses property -?
Well, we could give it to the Hummels. They have so little.
Jo: Christopher Columbus!
Do read the letter, marmee.
Meg: And will you perform something Marmee?
Do, Marmee.
Amy: Ill get my paints.
Ill look for a costume for marmee!
Marmee: Girls! Its getting quite late!
Wait till you see them, Marmee.
Marmee: … Next year, itll be you, Beth.
Me? You think so?
Meg: I cant go!
Meg, Why not?
Jo:…She’ll be the most sought after at the ball.
She doesnt want to go.
Laurie (ending of take a chance on me)
Marmee! Theyre home!
Meg: Its nothing, marmee.
Tell us about the ball?
Jo: …A truffle.
Thank you, Jo.
Marmee: Amy?
Goodnight, Marmee.