Scarlett: Now I didn't come to talk sillyness about me Rhett, I came cos I was so miserable at the thought of you in trouble. Oh I know I was mad at you the night you left me on the road to Tara and I still havent forgiven you!
Rhett Butler: Oh Scarlett don't say that!
Scarlett: Well I must admit I might not be alive now, only for you and when I think of myself with everything I could possibly hope for, and not a care in the world... And you here in this horrid jail, and not even a human jail Rhett, a horse jail!

A cat's a better mother than you.

No, I don't think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.

Rhett Butler: Now that you've got your lumber mill and Frank's money, you won't come to me as you did to the jail, so I see I shall have to marry you.
Scarlett: I never heard of such bad taste.

[forces her to look him in the eyes] Here's a soldier of the South who loves you, Scarlett. Wants to feel your arms around him, wants to carry the memory of your kisses into battle with him. Never mind about loving me, you're a woman sending a soldier to his death with a beautiful memory. Scarlett! Kiss me! Kiss me... once...
[he kisses her]

I'm very drunk and I intend on getting still drunker before this evening's over.

How fickle is woman.

With enough courage, you can do without a reputation.

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