| SCARL |
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Prissy! Prissy! What're you doing? |
| PRISSY |
I's packing, Miss Scarlett. |
| SCARL |
Well, stop it and come and get the baby! |
| PRISSY |
Yes'm. |
| SCARL |
Melly-Melly. |
| RHETT |
Mrs. Wilkes, we're taking you to Tara. |
| MELLY |
Tara? |
| SCARL |
It's the only way, Melly. |
| MELLY |
No. |
| SCARL |
Sherman will burn the house over our heads if we stay. It's all right,
Melly. It's all right. |
| MELLY |
My baby! My poor baby! |
| RHETT |
Have you the strength to put your arms around my neck? |
| MELLY |
I think so. Oh. |
| RHETT |
Never mind. |
| MELLY |
Oh, oh, Ashley-Charles! |
| RHETT |
What is it? What does she want? |
| SCARL |
Ashley's picture and Charles' sword. |
| RHETT |
Get them. |
| SCARL |
What-what's that? |
| RHETT |
Our gallant lads must have set fire to the warehouses near the depot. There's
enough ammunition in the boxcars down there to blow us to Tara. We'll have
to hurry if we're going to get across the tracks. |
| SCARL |
You're not going that way! |
| RHETT |
We have to. The McDonough Road's the only one the Yankees haven't cut yet. |
| SCARL |
Oh, wait! I forgot to lock the front door! |
| RHETT |
Ha ha ha... |
| SCARL |
What are you laughing at? |
| RHETT |
At you, locking the Yankees out. |