What is it? Perhaps... perhaps I was too quick in turning him down. Do you love him? If he...

Marmee March: What is it? Jo March: Perhaps... perhaps I was too quick in turning him down. 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: [Tearing up] I know that I care more to be loved. I want to be loved. Marmee March: That is not the same as loving. Jo March: 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 am so lonely.

What? What is it? 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? Is this where you say that Father would want us to? Yes. Thank you. And thank you, Mr. Laurence, for including me. You're welcome. Perhaps you could tutor my grandson in manners, as well as mathematics, huh? Oh, girls... Be careful. Watch yourselves. Out here with no sleeves. It is good angels come to us. Hello. I'm back. And have food and blankets. And sweaters. And we brought some medicine. So these are my girls. Say hello. He is not well.