Scarlett: Atlanta. Mammy: Savannah would be better for ya. You just get in trouble in Atlanta. Scarlett: What trouble are you talking about? Mammy: You know what trouble I's talkin' 'bout. Mr. Ashley be comin' to Atlanta when he get's his leave, and you sattin' there waitin' for him, just like a spider. Scarlett: You go pack my things like Mother said.
Prissy: Mammy, here's Miss Scarlet's vittles. Scarlett: You can take it all back to the kitchen; I won't eat a bite. Mammy: Yes'm you is, you's gonna eat every mouthful of this. Scarlett: No... I'm... NOT.