Scarlett: Rhett, Rhett... Rhett, if you go, where shall I go? What shall I do?
Rhett Butler: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

Scarlett: Sir, you are no gentleman.
Rhett Butler: And you, Miss, are no lady.

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

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.

She's being just like Pa. Just Like Pa!

Scarlett

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.

How fickle is woman.

Rhett Butler

[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]

Rhett Butler

Lawzy, we got to have a doctor. I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' babies.

Prissy

A cat's a better mother than you.

Rhett Butler

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You're like the thief who isn't the least bit sorry he stole, but is terribly, terribly sorry he's going to jail.

Rhett Butler

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.