Scarlett! Scarlett! Whoa! Whoa! Climb into this buggy! This is no day for
walking! You'll get run over!
Oh,Rhett! Rhett, drive me to Aunt Pitty's, please.
Panic's a pretty sight, isn't it? Whoa! Whoa! That's just another of General
Sherman's calling cards. He'll be paying us a visit soon.
I've got to get out of here. I've got to get out of here before the Yankees
Leave your work at the hospital? Or have you had enough of death and lice
and men chopped up? Well, I suppose you weren't meant for sick men, Scarlet.
Don't talk to me like that, Rhett! I'm so scared! I wish I could get out
Let's get out of here together. No use staying here and letting the South
come down around your ears. There are too many nice places to go and visit.
Mexico, London, Paris...
Yes, ma'am. With a man who understands you and admires you for just what
you are. I figure we belong together-being the same sort. I've been waiting
for you to grow up, and get that sad-eyed Ashley Wilkes out of your heart.
Well, I hear Mrs. Wilkes is going to have a baby in another month or so.
It'll be hard loving a man with a wife and a baby clinging to him.Whoa!
Well, here we are. Are you going with me-or are you getting out?
I hate and despise you, Rhett Butler! And I'll hate and despise you till
Ha ha ha ha...
Oh,no,you won't, Scarlett. Not that long. Ha ha...