Prissy: Mammy, here's Miss Scarlett's vittles.

Scarlett: You can take it all back to the kitchen; I won't eat a bite.

Mammy: Yes'm you is, you's gonna eat every mouthful of this.

Scarlett: No... I'm... NOT.

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Scarlett: Atlanta!

Mammy: Savannah would be better for ya. You'd just get in trouble in Atlanta.

Scarlett: What trouble are you talking about?

Mammy: You know what trouble I's talkin' 'bout. I's talking 'bout Mr. Ashley Wilkes. He'll be comin' to Atlanta when he gets his leave, and you sittin' there waitin' for him, just like a spider. He belongs to Miss Melanie...

Scarlett: You go pack my things like Mother said.

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Rhett Butler: With enough courage, you can do without a reputation.

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Rhett Butler: How fickle is woman.

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Rhett Butler: I'm very drunk and I intend on getting still drunker before this evening's over.

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Scarlett: Great balls of fire. Don't bother me anymore, and don't call me sugar.

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Scarlett: I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.

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Scarlett: [pleads with Rhett as he is about to leave to join the Confederate Army] Oh, Rhett! Please, don't go! You can't leave me! Please! I'll never forgive you!

Rhett Butler: I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There's one thing I do know... and that is that I love you, Scarlett. In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we're alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names.

Scarlett: [struggles] Don't hold me like that!

Rhett Butler: [holds her tighter] Scarlett! Look at me! I've loved you more than I've ever loved any woman and I've waited for you longer than I've ever waited for any woman.

[kisses her forhead]

Scarlett: [turns her face away] Let me alone!

Rhett Butler: [forces her to look him in the eyes] Here's a soldier of the South who loves you, Scarlett. Wants to feel your arms around him, wants to carry the memory of your kisses into battle with him. Never mind about loving me, you're a woman sending a soldier to his death with a beautiful memory. Scarlett! Kiss me! Kiss me... once...