A cat's a better mother than you.

Rhett Butler

I can shoot straight, if I don't have to shoot too far.

Scarlett

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!

Scarlett: Cathleen, Who's that?
Cathleen Calvert: Who?
Scarlett: That man looking at us and smiling? The nasty dark one?
Cathleen Calvert: My dear don't you know? Thats Rhett Butler! He's from Charleston, he has the most terrible reputation!
Scarlett: He looks as if he knows what I look like without my shimmy

Rhett Butler: Did you ever think of marrying just for fun?
Scarlett: Marriage, fun? Fiddle-dee-dee. Fun for men you mean.

[to Rhett] If I said I was madly in love with you you'd know I was lying

Scarlett

You still think you're the cutest trick in shoe leather.

Rhett Butler

Now isn't this better than sitting at a table? A girl hasn't got but two sides to her at the table.

Scarlett

Rhett Butler: And those pantalettes, I don't know a woman in Paris who wears pantalettes.
Scarlett: Oh Rhett, what do they - you shouldn't talk about such things.
Rhett Butler: You little hypocrite. You don't mind my knowing about them, just my talking about it.
Scarlett: But really Rhett, I can't go on accepting these gifts although you are AWFULLY kind.
Rhett Butler: I'm not kind, I'm just tempting you.
Scarlett: Well if you think I'll marry you just to pay for the bonnet I won't.
Rhett Butler: Don't flatter yourself. I'm not a marrying man.

Scarlett: Rhett, don't. I shall faint.
Rhett Butler: I want you to faint. This is what you were meant for. None of the fools you've ever know have kissed you like this, have they? Your Charles, or your Frank, or your stupid Ashley.

You go into the arena alone. The lions are hungry for you.

Rhett Butler

I've always thought a good lashing with a buggy whip would benefit you immensely.

Rhett Butler

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