Open your eyes and look at me. No, I don't think I will kiss you. Although
you need kissing badly. That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed,
and often, and by someone who knows how.
SCARL
Oh, and I suppose you think that you are the proper person!
RHETT
I might be, if the right moment ever came.
SCARL
You're a conceited, black-hearted varmint, Rhett Butler, and I don't know
why I let you come and see me.
RHETT
I'll tell you why, Scarlett. Because I'm the only man over sixteen and
under sixty who's around to show you a good time. But, cheer up, the war
can't last much longer.
SCARL
Oh, really, Rhett? Why?
RHETT
There's a little battle going on right now that ought to pretty well fix
things. One way or the other.
SCARL
Oh, Rhett, is Ashley in it?
RHETT
So, you still haven't gotten the wooden-headed Mr. Wilkes out of your mind?
Yes, I suppose he's in it.
SCARL
Oh, but tell me, Rhett, where is it?
RHETT
Some little town in Pennsylvania-called Gettysburg.