Gone With The Wind

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Gone With the Wind, an all-time best-seller by Margaret Mitchell, is a legendary recollection of the last brilliance of the Old South. The writer's debut novel was an instant success. And the story has been bestowed an even further reaching popularity since Vivian Leigh presented a vivid translation to the screen of Katie Scarlett O'Hara, a southern belle raised in her father's white-pillared plantation Tara. A climax of Hollywood, from Director Victor Fleming for MGM, Gone with the Wind is more than a vicissitude, it is also an old, lost culture revisited. It is Old South, which today is no more than a dream remembered. People were once there, living with the high strong slaves' songs in the quarters, in security, peace and eternity. Here, Scarlett spends her young maiden years. She is well disciplined by her mother, but her blazing green eyes always betray her covert capricious self; the one who enjoys parties and the surrounding of beaus. She dreams to marry the noble Ashley Wilkes. The impending war shatters the golden peace of the South, and leaves many lives permanently changed. Plantations, treasures, and honor are ruined. Scarlett is made a most peculiar widow by the war, and then compelled into a second marriage in continuation of her struggle for the salvation of Tara. And her third marriage to Rhett Butler is also jeopardized because of her secret, stubborn ardency for Ashley. In the end of the movie, Scarlett is left only with her Tara, a plantation which symbolizes the culture of the Old South, a place where she could ever gather her strength.

Chapter 1 Scarlett's Jealousy

(Tara is the beautiful homeland of Scarlett, who is now talking with the twins, Brent and Stew, at the door step.)

BRENT: What do we care if we were expelled from college, Scarlett. The war is going to start any day now so we would have left college anyhow.

STEW: Oh, isn't it exciting, Scarlett? You know those poor Yankees actually want a war? BRENT: We'll show'em.

SCARLETT: Fiddle-dee-dee. War, war, war. This war talk is spoiling all the fun at every party this spring. I get so bored I could scream. Besides, there isn't going to be any war.

BRENT: Not going to be any war?

STEW: Ah, buddy, of course there's going to be a war.

SCARLETT: If either of you boys says "war" just once again, I'll go in the house and slam the door. BRENT: But Scarlett honey..

STEW: Don't you want us to have a war? BRENT: Wait a minute, Scarlett...

STEW: We'll talk about this... BRENT: No please, we'll do anything you say...

SCARLETT: Well-but remember I warned you. BRENT: I've got an idea. We'll talk about the barbecue the Wilkes are giving over at  Twelve Oaks tomorrow.

STEW: That's a good idea. You're eating barbecue with us, aren't you, Scarlett?

SCARLETT: Well, I hadn't thought about that yet, I'll...I'll think about that tomorrow.

STEW: And we want all your waltzes, there's first Brent, then me, then Brent, then me again, then Saul. Promise?

SCARLETT: I' just love to.

STEW: Yahoo!

SCARLETT: If only ..if only I didn't have every one of them taken already.

BRENT: Honey, you can't do that to us.

STEW: How about if we tell you a secret?

SCARLETT: Secret? Who by?

BRENT: Well, you know Miss Melanie Hamilton, from Atlanta?

STEW: Ashley Wilkes' cousin? Well she's visiting the Wilkes at Twelve Oaks.

SCARLETT: Melanie Hamilton, that goody-goody. Who wants no secret about her. BRENT: Well, anyway we heard...

 STEW: That is, they say.. BRENT: Ashley Wilkes is going to marry her.

STEW: You know the Wilkes always marry their cousins. BRENT: Now do we get those waltzes?

SCARLETT: Of course. BRENT: Yahoo!

SCARLETT: It can't be true...Ashley loves me.

STEW: Scarlett!

(Scarlett couldn't accept the fact of Ashley's marriage, she rushes to

find her father. Mr. O'Hara is just back from a ride.)

Mr. O'HARA: (To his horse) There's none in the county can touch

you, and none in the state.

SCARLETT: Paw? How proud of yourself you are!

Mr. O'HARA: Well, it is Scarlett O'Hara. So, you've been spying on

me. And like your sister Sue Ellen, you'll be telling your mother on

me, that I was jumping again.

SCARLETT: Oh, Paw, you know I'm no 'tattle like Sue Ellen. But it

does seem to me that after you broke your knee last year jumping that

same fence......

Mr. O'HARA: I'll not have me own daughter telling me what I shall

jump and not jump. It's my own neck, so it is.

SCARLETT: All right Paw, you jump what you please. How are they

all over at Twelve Oaks?

Mr. O'HARA: The Wilkes? Oh, what you expect, with the barbecue

tomorrow and talking, nothing but war...

SCARLETT: Oh bother the war....was there, was there anyone else


Mr. O'HARA: Oh, their cousin Melanie Hamilton from Atlanta. And

her brother Charles.

SCARLETT: Melanie Hamilton. She's a pale-faced mealy-mouthed

ninny and I hate her.

Mr. O'HARA: Ashley Wilkes doesn't think so.

SCARLETT: Ashley Wilkes couldn't like anyone like her.

Mr. O'HARA: What's your interest in Ashley and Miss Melanie?

SCARLETT: It's...it's nothing. Let's go into the house, Paw.

Mr. O'HARA: Has he been trifling with you? Has he asked

you to marry him?


Mr. O'HARA: No, nor will he. I have it in strictest

confidence from John Wilkes this afternoon, Ashley is

going to marry Miss Melanie. It'll be announced tomorrow

night at the ball.

SCARLETT: I don't believe it!

Mr. O'HARA: Here, here what are you after? Scarlett!

What are you about? Have you been making a spectacle

of yourself running about after a man who's not in love

with you? When you might have any of the bucks in the county?

SCARLETT: I haven't been running after him, it's...it's

just a surprise that's all.

Mr. O'HARA: Now, don't be jerking your chin at me. If

Ashley wanted to marry you, it would be with misgivings,

I'd say yes. I want my girl to be happy. You'd not be happy with him.

SCARLETT: I would, I would.

Mr. O'HARA: What difference does it make whom you

marry? So long as he's a Southerner and thinks like you.

And when I'm gone, I leave Tara to you.

SCARLETT: I don't want Tara, plantations don't mean anything when...

Mr. O'HARA: Do you mean to toll me Katie Scarlett O'Hara

that Tara, that land doesn't mean anything to you? Why,

land is the only thing in the world worth working for.

Worth fighting for, worth dying for. Because it's the only thing that lasts.

SCARLETT: Oh, Paw, you talk like an Irishman.

Mr. O'HARA: It's proud I am that I'm Irish. And don't you

be forgetting, Missy, that you're half-Irish too. And to

anyone with a drop of Irish blood in them, why the land

they live on is like their mother. Oh, but there, there, now,

you're just a child. It'll come to you, this love of the land.

There's no getting away from it if you're Irish.

(Next day, the OíHaraís drive to Twelve Oaks for the barbeque there.)

Mr. O'HARA:: Well, John Wilkes. It's a grand day you'll

be having for the barbecue.

JOHN WILKES: So it seems, Gerald. Why isn't Mrs. 0'Hara with you?

Mr. O'HARA: She's after settling accounts with the

overseer, but she'll be along for the ball tonight.

INDIA: Welcome to Twelve Oaks, Mr. O'Hara.

Mr. O'HARA: : Thank you kindly, India. Your daughter is

getting prettier everyday, John.

JOHN WILKES: Oh, India, here are the O'Hara girls, we must greet them.

INDIA: Can't stand that Scarlett. If you'd see the way

she throws herself at Ashley.

JOHN WILKES: Now, now, that's your brother's business.

You must remember your duties as hostess. Good morning,

girls! You look lovely. Good morning, Scarlett.

SCARLETT: India Wilkes. What a lovely dress. I just can't

take my eyes off it.

(Scarlett enters the hall with her family.)

MAN1: Good morning, Miss Scarlett.

SCARLETT: Morning.

MAN2: Look mighty fine this morning, Miss Scarlett.

SCARLETT: Thank you.

MANS: Morning Miss Scarlett.

SCARLETT: Good Morning.

MAN4: Pleasure to see you, Miss Scarlett.

MANS: Howdy, Miss Scarlett.


ASHLEY: Scarlett! My dear!

SCARLETT: I've been looking for you everywhere. I've

got something I must tell you. Can't we go some place where it's quiet?

ASHLEY: Yes I'd like to, but... I've something to tell you,

too. Something I...I hope you'll be glad to hear. Now come

and say hello to my cousin, Melanie Wilkes.

SCARLETT: Oh, do we have to?

ASHLEY: She's been looking forward to seeing you again.

Melanie! Here's Scarlett.

MELANIE: Scarlett. I'm so glad to see you again.

SCARLETT: Melanie Hamilton, what a surprise to run

into you here. I hope you're going to stay with us a few

days at least.

MELANIE: I hope I shall stay long enough for us to become

real friends, Scarlett. I do so want us to be.

ASHLEY: We'll keep her here, won't we, Scarlett?

SCARLETT: Oh, we'll just have to make the biggest fuss

over her, won't we, Ashley? And if there's anybody who

knows how to give a girl a good time, it's Ashley. Though

I expect our good times must seem terribly silly to you because you're so serious.

MELANIE: Oh, Scarlett. You have so much life. I've always

admired you so, I wish I could be more like you.

SCARLETT: You mustn't flatter me, Melanie, and say

things you don't mean.

ASHLEY: Nobody could accuse Melanie of being insincere.

Could they, my dear?

SCARLETT: Oh, well then, she's not like you. Is she,

Ashley? Ashley never means a word he says to any girl.

Oh, why Charles Hamilton, you handsome old thing, you.

CHARLES HAMILTON: But, oh. Miss O'Hara...

SCARLETT: Do you think that was kind to bring your

good-looking brother down here just to break my poor,

simple country-girl's heart?

(India and Sue Ellen are watching Scarlett in distance)

ELLEN: Look at Scarlett, she's never even noticed Charles

before, now just because he's your beau, she's after him

like a ^hornet!

SCARLETT: Charles Hamilton, I want to eat barbecue

with you. And mind you don't go ^philandering with any

other girl because I'm mighty jealous.

CHARLES HAMILTON: I won't, Miss O'Hara. I couldn't!

SCARLETT: I do declare, Frank Kelly, you don't look dashing with

that new set of whiskers.

FRANK: Oh, thank you, thank you, Miss Scarlett.

SCARLETT: You know Charles Hamilton and Ray Kelvert asked me

to eat barbecue with them, but I told them I couldn't because I\'d

promised you. INDIA: You needn't be so amused, look at her. She's after your beau now.

FRANK: Oh, that's mighty flattering of you, Miss Scarlett. I'll see

what I can do, Miss Scarlett.

KATHLEEN: What's your sister so mad about, Scarlett, you sparking

her beau?

SCARLETT: As if I couldn't get a better beau than that old maid in

britches. Brent and Stew, do talk, you handsome old thing, you...oh,

no, you're not, I don't mean to say that I'm mad at you. BRENT: Why

Scarlett honey...

SCARLETT: You haven't been near me all day and I wore this old

dress just because I thought you liked it. I was counting on eating

barbecue with you two. BRENT: Well, you are, Scarlett...

STEW: Of course you are, honey.

SCARLETT: Oh, I never can make up my mind which of you two's

handsomer. I was awake all last night trying to figure it out. Kathleen, who's that?


SCARLETT: That man looking at us and smiling. A nasty dog.

KATHLEEN: My dear, don't you know? That's Rhett

Butler. He's from Charleston. He has the most terrible reputation.

SCARLETT: He looks as if, as if he knows what I looked like without my shimmy.

KATHLEEN: How? But my dear, he isn't received. He's

had to spend most of his time up North because his folks

in Charleston won't even speak to him. He was expelled

from West Point, he's so fast. And then there's that

business about that girl he wouldn't marry...

SCARLETT: Tell, tell...

KATHLEEN: Well, he took her out in a buggy riding in

the late afternoon without a chaperone and then, and then

he refused to marry her!

SCARLETT: (whisper)...

KATHLEEN: No, but she was ruined just the same.

(Ashley and Melanie, on the balcony open to the garden.)

MELANIE: Ashley..

ASHLEY: Happy?

MELANIE: So happy

ASHLEY: You seem to belong here. As if it had all been

imagined for you.

MELANIE: I like to feel that I belong to the things you love.

ASHLEY: You love Twelve Oaks as I do.

MELANIE: Yes, Ashley. I love it as, as more than a house.

It's a whole world that wants only to be graceful and beautiful.

ASHLEY: And so unaware that it may not last, forever.

MELANIE: You're afraid of what may happen when the war conies,

aren't you? Well, we don't have to be afraid. For us. No war can come

into our world Ashley. Whatever comes, I'll love you, just as I do now. Until I die.

Chapter 2

Scarlett Meeting


(Noon time, the gentlemen are gathering in the down stair hall,

talking about the war.)

Mr. O'HARA: We've borne enough insults from the "meddling

Yankees. It's time we made them understand we keep our slaves with

or without their approval. Who's to stop them right from the state of

Georgia to ^secede from the Union.

MAN: That's right.

Mr. O'HARA: The South must assert ourselves by force of arms.

After we fired on the Yankee rascals at Fort Sumter, we've got to fight.

There's no other way.

MAN1: Fight, that's right, fight!

MAN2: Let the

Yankee's be the ones to ask for peace.

Mr. O'HARA: The situation is very simple. The Yankees can't fight

and we can. CHORUS: You're right!

MANS: That's what I'll think!

They'll just turn and run every time.

MAN1: One Southerner can lick twenty Yankees.

MAN2: We'll finish them in one battle. Gentlemen can always fight

better than rattle. MANS: Yes, gentlemen always fight better than rattle.

Mr. O'HARA: And what does the captain of our troop say?

ASHLEY: Well, gentlemen...if Georgia fights, I go with her. But like

my father I hope that the Yankees let us leave the Union in peace.

MAN1: But Ashley... MAN2: Ashley, they've insulted us.

MANS: You can't mean that you don't want war.

ASHLEY: Most of the miseries of the world were caused by wars.

And when the wars were over, no one ever knew what they were about.

Mr. O'HARA: Now gentlemen, Mr. Butler has been up North I hear.

Don't you agree with us, Mr. Butler?

RHETT BUTLER : I think it's hard winning a war with words, gentlemen.

CHARLES: What do you mean, sir?

RHETT: I mean, Mr. Hamilton, there's not a cannon factory in the whole South.

MAN: What difference does that make, sir, to a gentleman?

RHETT: I'm afraid it's going to make a great deal of difference to a

great many gentlemen, sir.

CHARLES: Are you hinting, Mr. Butler,

that the Yankees can lick us?

RHETT: No, I'm not hinting. I'm saying very plainly that the Yankees

are better equipped than we. They've got

factories, shipyards, coalmines... and a fleet to bottle up

our harbors and starve us to death. All we've got is cotton,

and slaves and ...arrogance.

MAN: That's treacherous!

CHARLES: I refuse to listen to any renegade talk!

RHETT: Well, I'm sorry if the truth offends you.

CHARLES: Apologies aren't enough sir. I hear you were

turned out of West Point Mr. Rhett Butler. And that you

aren't received in an decent family in Charleston. Not even your own.

RHETT: I apologize again for all my shortcomings. Mr.

Wilkes, Perhaps you won't mind if I walk about and look

over your place. I seem to be spoiling everybody's brandy

and cigars and...dreams of victory.

(Rhett Butler leaves the hall.)

MAN: Well, that's just about what you could expect from somebody like Rhett Butler.

Mr. O'HARA: You did everything but call him out.

CHARLES: He refused to fight.

ASHLEY: Not quite that Charles. He just refused to take advantage of you.

CHARLES: Take advantage of me?

ASHLEY: Yes, he's one of the best shots the country, he's

proved a number of times, against steadier hands and cooler heads than yours.

CHARLES: Well, I'll show him.

ASHLEY: No, no no, please, don't go tweaking his nose

anymore. You may be needed for more important fighting, Charles.

Now if you'll excuse me, Mr. Butler's our guest... I think I'll just show

him around. (Ashley leaves the hall with intention of walking Butler

around the house. But before he can do this, Scarlett calls him into a detached room.)


ASHLEY: Scarlett...who are you hiding from here?...What are you

up to? Why aren't you upstairs resting with the other girls? What is this, Scarlett? A secret?

SCARLETT: Well, Ashley, Ashley...! I love you.

ASHLEY: Scarlett...

SCARLETT: I love you, I do.

ASHLEY: Well, isn't it enough that you gathered every other man's heart today? You always had mine. You cut your teeth on it.

SCARLETT: Oh, don't tease me now. Have I your heart my darling? I love you, I love you...

ASHLEY: You mustn't say such things. You'll hate me for hearing them.

SCARLETT: Oh, I could never hate you and, and I know you must care about me. Oh, you do care, don't you?

ASHLEY: Yes, I care. Oh can't we go away and forget we ever said these things?

SCARLETT: But how can we do that? Don't you, don't you want to marry me?

ASHLEY: I'm going to marry Melanie.

SCARLETT: But you can't, not if you care for me.

ASHLEY: Oh my dear, why must you make me say things that will hurt you? How can I make you understand? You're so young and I'm thinking, you don't know what marriage means.

SCARLETT: I know I love you and I want to be your wife. You don't love Melanie.

ASHLEY: She's like me, Scarlett. She's part of my blood, we understand each other.

SCARLETT: But you love me!

ASHLEY: How could I help loving you? You have all the passion for life that I lack. But that kind of love isn't enough to make a successful marriage for two people who are as different as we are.

SCARLETT: Why don't you say it, you coward? You're afraid to marry me. You'd rather live with that silly little fool who can't open her mouth except to say "yes", "no", and raise a houseful of mealy-mouthed brats just like her!

ASHLEY: You mustn't say things like that about Melanie.

SCARLETT: Who are you to tell me I mustn't? You led me on, you made me believe you wanted to marry me!

ASHLEY: Now Scarlett, be fair. I never at any time...

SCARLETT: You did, it's true, you did! I'll hate you till I die! I can't think of anything bad enough to call you... (Ashley leaves. Scarlett throws a vase to the wall in anger. The crashing of the vase startles

Rhett Butler. He rises up from the couch in a dark corner of the room.)

RHETT: Has the war started?

SCARLETT: Sir, you...you should have made your presence known.

RHETT: In the middle of that beautiful love scene? That wouldn't have been very tactful, would it? But don't worry. Your secret is safe with me.

SCARLETT: Sir, you are no gentleman.

RHETT: And you miss are no lady. Don't think that I hold that against you. Ladies have never held any charm for me.

SCARLETT: First you take a low, common advantage of me, then you insult me!

RHETT: I meant it as a compliment. And I hope to see more of you when you're free of the spell of the elegant Mr. Wilkes. He doesn't strike me as half good enough for a girl of your...what was it...your passion for living?

SCARLETT How dare you! You aren't fit to wipe his boot!

RHETT: And you were going to hate him for the rest of your life.

Chapter 3

Scarlett Marrying


(Outside, there's chaos. Gentlemen, including Ashley, are

leaving for the call of war.)

CHARLES: Miss 0' Hara! Miss 0' Hara, isn't it thrilling?

Mr. Lincoln has called the soldiers, volunteers to fight

against us.

SCARLETT: Oh, fiddle-dee-dee. Don't you men ever think

about anything important?

CHARLES: But it's war, Miss O'Hara! And everybody's

going off to enlist, they're going right away. I'm going,


SCARLETT: Everybody?

CHARLES: Oh, Miss O'Hara, will you be sorry? To see us

go, I mean.

SCARLETT: I'll cry to my pillow every night.

CHARLES: Oh, Miss O'Hara, I've told you I loved you. I

think you're the most beautiful girl in the world. And the

sweetest, the dearest. I know that I couldn't hope that

you could love me, so "clumsy and stupid, not nearly good

enough for you. But if you could, if you could think of

marrying me, I'd do anything in the world for you, just

anything, I promise!

SCARLETT: Oh, what did you say?

CHARLES: Miss O'Hara, I said, would you marry me?

SCARLETT: Yes, Mr. Hamilton, I will.

CHARLES: You will, you'll marry me? You'll wait for me?

SCARLETT: Well, I don't think I'd want to wait.

CHARLES: You mean you'll marry me before I go? Oh,

Miss O'Hara...Scarlett...when may I speak to your father?

SCARLETT: The sooner, the better.

CHARLES: I'll go now, I can't wait. Will you excuse me?


(The day after Melanie and Ashley's wedding, Scarlett

marries Charles Hamilton.)

MELANIE: Scarlett. I thought of you at our wedding

yesterday and I hope that yours would be as beautiful.

And it was.


MELANIE: Now we're really and truly sisters. Charles.

CHARLES: Don't cry darling. The war will be over in a

few weeks and I'll be coming back to you.

Chapter 4 Scarlett's

Second Contact with


( Charles died at the front, but Scarlett is not at all sad. She goes to

the donation party with Melanie, wearing black.)

DR. MEADE: Ladies and gentlemen. I have important news,

glorious news. Another triumph for our magnificent men in arms.

General Lee has completely whipped the enemy and swept the

Yankee army northward from Virginia! And now, a happy surprise

for all of us! We have with us tonight that most daring of all

blockade runners, whose fleet "schooners slipping past the Yankee

guns have brought us here the very woolens and laces we wear

tonight. I refer, ladies and gentlemen, to that will oath wisp of the

bounding main, none other than our friend from Charleston, Captain

Rhett Butler!




MELANIE: Captain Butler, such a pleasure to see you again. I met

you last at my husband's home.

RHETT: That's kind of you to remember, Mrs. Wilkes.

MELANIE: Did you meet Captain Butler at Twelve Oaks, Scarlett?

SCARLETT: Yes I, I think so.

RHETT: Only for a moment, Mrs. Hamilton, it was in the library.

You, uh, had broken something.

SCARLETT: Yes, Captain Butler, I remember you. MAN: Ladies,

the Confederacy asks for your jewelry on behalf of our noble cause.

SCARLETT: We aren't wearing any, we're in mourning.

RHETT: Wait. On behalf of Mrs. Wilkes and Mrs. Hamilton,.

MAN: Thank you, Captain Butler.

MELANIE: Just a moment, please. MAN: But, it's your wedding ring,


MELANIE: It may help my husband more, off my finger.

MAN: Thank you.

RHETT: It was a very beautiful thing to do, Mrs. Wilkes.

SCARLETT: Here, you can have mine, too. For the cause.

RHETT: And you Mrs. Hamilton. I know just how much that means

to you.

MAN: Melanie.-.I need your approval as a member of the committee

with something we want to do, that's rather shocking. Will you

excuse us, please?

RHETT: I'll say one thing. The war makes the most peculiar widows.


SCARLETT: I wish you'd go away. If you'd had any raising, you'd

know I never want to see you again.

RHETT: Now, why be silly? You've no reason for hating me. I'll

carry your guilty secret to my grave.

SCARLETT: Oh, I guess I'd be very unpatriotic to hate one of the

great heroes of the war. I do declare, I was surprised that you'd turned

out to be such a noble character.

RHETT: I can't bear to take advantage of your little girl\'s ideas, Miss

O'Hara. I am neither noble nor heroic.

SCARLETT: But you are a blockade runner.

RHETT: For profit. And profit only

SCARLETT: Are you trying to tell me you don't believe in the


RHETT: I believe in Rhett Butler. He's the only cause I know. The

rest doesn't mean much to me.

DR. MEADE: And now, ladies and gentlemen. I have a startling

surprise for the benefit of the hospital. Gentlemen, if you wish to lead

the opening real with the lady of your choice, you must bid for her.

WOMAN: Caroline Meade, how could you permit your husband to

conduct this, this, slave auction?

CAROLINE MEADE: Darling Merry Weather, how dare you

criticize me? Melanie Wilkes told the doctor that if it's for the benefit

of the cause, it's quite all right.

WOMAN: She did?

AUNT PITTY: Oh dear, oh dear, where are my smelling salts? I

think I shall faint. CAROLINE MEADE: Don't you dare faint, Lilly


Hamilton. If Melanie says it's all right, it is all right.

DR. MEADE: Come gentlemen, do I hear your bids? Make your

offers! Don't be ^bashful, gentlemen! MAN1: Twenty dollars! Twenty

dollars for Miss May belle Merryweather.

MAN2: Twenty five dollars for Miss Fanny Ossing!

DR. MEADE: Only twenty five dollars to give.

RHETT: One hundred and fifty dollars in gold.

DR. MEADE: For what lady, sir?

RHETT: For Mrs. Charles Hamilton.

DR. MEADE: For whom, sir?

RHETT: Mrs. Charles Hamilton.

DR. MEADE: Mrs. Hamilton is in mourning, Captain Butler. But I'm

sure any of our Atlanta belles would be proud to.

RHETT: But talk to me. I said Mrs. Charles Hamilton.

DR. MEADE: She will not consider it, sir. (Flame in Scarlett's eyes.)

SCARLETT: Oh, yes, I will.

(Scarlett squeezes through the crowd to Butler. They go dancing.)

RHETT: We've sort of shocked the Confederacy, Scarlett.

SCARLETT: It's a little like blockade running, isn't it?

RHETT: It's worse. But I expect a very fancy profit out of it.

SCARLETT: I don't care what you expect or what they think, I'm

gonna dance and dance. Tonight I wouldn't mind


dancing with Abe Lincoln himself.

(In the Hamiltonís. Rhett pays a visit to Scarlett and brings

her a bonnet from Paris.)

SCARLETT: Oh, oh, oh the darling thing. Oh, Rhett, it's

lovely, lovely! You didn't really bring it all the way from

Paris just for me!

RHETT: Yes. I thought it was about time I got you out of

that fake mourning. Next trip I'll bring you some green

silk for a frock to match it.

SCARLETT: Oh, Rhett!

RHETT: It's my duty to blade boys at the front, to keep

our girls at home looking pretty.

SCARLETT: It's been so long since I had anything new.

(Scarlett tries the bonnet on. Then she diverts it,

considering this is the right way.)

SCARLETT: How do I look?

RHETT: Awful, just awful.

SCARLETT: Why, what's the matter?

RHETT: This war stopped being a joke when a girl like

you doesn't know how to wear the latest fashion.

SCARLETT: Oh, Rhett, let me do it. But Rhett, I don't

know how I'd dare wear it.

RHETT: You will, though. And another thing. Those

pantalets. I don't know a woman in Paris wears pantalets


SCARLETT: What do they... you shouldn't talk about such




RHETT: You little "hypocrite, you don't mind my knowing

about them, just my talking about them.

SCARLETT: Rhett, I really can't go on accepting these

gifts. Though you are awfully kind.

RHETT: I'm not kind, I'm just tempting you. I never give

anything without expecting something in return. I always

get paid.

SCARLETT: If you think I'll marry you just to pay for the

bonnet, I won't.

RHETT: Don't flatter yourself, I'm not a marrying man.

SCARLETT: Well, I won't kiss you for it, either.

RHETT: Open your eyes and look at me. 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.

SCARLETT: And I suppose that you think that you are

the proper person.

RHETT: I might be, if the right moment ever came.

SCARLETT: You're a conceited, black- hearted varmint,

Rhett Butler, and I don't know why I let you come and see


RHETT: I'll tell you why, Scarlett. Because I'm the only

man over sixteen and under sixty who's around to show

you a good time. But cheer up, the war can't last much


SCARLETT: Really, Rhett? Why?

RHETT: There's a little battle going on right now that

ought to pretty well fix things. One way or the other.

SCARLETT: Oh, Rhett, is Ashley in it?

RHETT: So you still haven't gotten the wooden headed

Mr. Wilkes out of your mind? Yes, I suppose he's in it.