High time you got back! Did you get the horse shod?
PORK
Yes'm, he shod all right. Miss Scarlett, ma'am.
SCARL
Fine thing when a horse can get shoes and humans can't. Here, stir this
soap.
PORK
Yes'm. Miss Scarlett, ma'am. I got to know how much money have you got
left, in gold.
SCARL
Ten dollars. Why?
PORK
That won't be enough.
SCARL
What in heaven's name are you talking about?
PORK
Well, Miss Scarlett, I seed that old, no-count white-trash Wilkerson that
used to be Mr. Gerald's overseer here. He's a regular Yankee now , and
he was making a brag that his carpetbagger friends done run the taxes way
up sky- high on Tara.
SCARL
But how much more have we got to pay?
PORK
I heard the tax man say three hundred dollars.
SCARL
Three hundred! Might just as well be three million! But we got to raise
it, that's all!
PORK
Yes'm. How?
SCARL
I'll go ask Mr. Ashley.
PORK
Oh, he ain't got no three hundred dollars, Miss Scarlett.