To help me start me my lumber business. And he won't lift a finger to help
Why, how unchivalrous of you! Why, think Ashley, think! If it handn't been
for Scarlett, I'd have died in Atlanta, and maybe we wouldn't have had
little Beau, and , when I think of her picking cotton and plowing just
to keep food in our mouths, I could just-oh, my darling!
All right, Melanie. I'll go to Atlanta. I can't fight you both.