— You know I'm sorry for you, Scarlett.
— Sorry for me?
— Yes, sorry for you because you throw away hapiness with both hands and reach out for something that'll never make you happy.
— I don't know what you're talking about.
— If you were free and Melly were dead and you had you precious Ashley, do you think you'd be happy with him? You'd never know him, never even understand his mind... anymore than you understand anything, except money.