You're jealous of something you can't understand. You've lived in dirt so long.
— I was surprised you turned out to be a noble character.
— I can't bear to take advantage of your little-girl ideas. I'm neither noble nor heroic.
— But you are a blockade runner?
— For profit, and profit only.
— Are you tryng to tell me you don't believe in the Cause?
— I believe in Rhett Butler. He is the only cause I know.
— Caroline Meade, how can you let your husband conduct this slave auction!
— How dare you criticize me! melanie told the doctor that if it's for the Cause, it's quite all right.
— She did?
— Where are my smelling saults? I think I shall faint.
— Don't you dare faint, Pittypat! If Melanie says it's all right, it is all right.
At a charity evening in favor of the soldiers of the Confederacy, for the sake of fundraising, Dr. Meade announced that gentlemen can buy a dance my lady.
I'm very drunk and I intend on getting still drunker before this evening's over.