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.

It will come to you, this love of the land.

No, I don't think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That's what's wrong with you.

War! Isn't it exciting, Scarlett? You know those fool Yankees actually *want* a war?
We'll show 'em!

Lawzy, we got to have a doctor.

I can shoot straight...

Fiddle-dee-dee! Ashley told me he likes to see a girl with a healthy appetite!

Did you ever think of marrying just for fun?

Rhett, Rhett... Rhett, if you go, where shall I go? What shall I do?

Sir, you are no gentleman.

...No, nor any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill.

Tara! Home. I'll go home. And I'll think of some way to get him back.

Take a good look my dear. It's an historic moment you can tell your grandchildren about -

Well if you think I'll marry you just to pay for the bonnet I won't.

My dear, don't you know? That's Rhett Butler. He's from Charleston. He has the most terrible reputation.

I only know that I love you.

None of the fools you've ever known have kissed you like this, have they?

You go into the arena alone.

Tell me, Scarlett, do you never shrink from marrying men you don't love?

This is an honorable proposal of marriage made at what I consider a most opportune moment...

You're a conceited, blackhearted varmint Rhett Butler. I don't know why I let you come and see me.

You can come to my hanging and I'll remember you in my will.