| MAMMY |
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Miss Scarlett! |
| SCARL |
I don't care! I'm too young to be a widow! |
| MAMMY |
Miss Scarlett! |
| SCARL |
Oh, I'd just go around scaring people in that thing. |
| MAMMY |
You ain't supposed to be around people. You's in mourning! |
| SCARL |
For what? I don't feel anything. Why should I have to pretend and pretend? |
| ELLEN |
What is it? Oh, baby, what is it? |
| SCARL |
My life is over! Nothing will ever happen to me anymore! |
| ELLEN |
Darling... |
| SCARL |
Oh, Mother, I know you'll think I'm horrible.But I just can't bear going
around in blacｋ. It's bad enough not being able to go to any parties, but
looking this way, too. |
| ELLEN |
I don't think you're at all horrible. It's only natural you want to look
young and be young, when you are young. Oh baby! How would you like to
go visiting somewhere? Savannah, perhaps? |
| SCARL |
What would I do in Savannah? |
| ELLEN |
Well, Atlanta then. There's lots going on there. And you could stay with
Melanie and her Aunt Pittypat. |
| SCARL |
Melanie! Yes. Yes, I could, couldn't I? Oh, Mother, you're sweet to me,
sweeter than anybody in the world! |
| ELLEN |
You'd like it, really? All right, then. Now-now stop your crying and smile.
You can take Prissy with you. Start packing Miss Scarlett's things, Mammy.
I'll go write the necessary letters. |
| SCARL |
Atlanta! |
| MAMMY |
Savannah would be better for you. You'll just get in trouble in Atlanta. |
| SCARL |
What trouble are you talking about? |
| MAMMY |
You know what trouble I's talking about. I's talking about Mr. Ashley Wilkes.
He'll be coming to Atlanta when he gets his leave, and you sitting there
waiting for him just like a spider! He belongs to Miss Melanie.... |
| SCARL |
You go pack my things like Mother said! |