Rhett Butler: With enough courage, you can do without a reputation.
Scarlett: But you are a blockade runner.
Rhett Butler: For profit, and profit only.
Scarlett: Are you tryin’ to tell me you don’t believe in the cause?
Rhett Butler: I believe in Rhett Butler, he’s the only cause I know.
Rhett Butler: How fickle is woman.
Scarlett: I only know that I love you.
Rhett Butler: That’s your misfortune.
Rhett Butler: I’m very drunk and I intend on getting still drunker before this evening’s over.
Rhett Butler: You go into the arena alone. The lions are hungry for you.
Scarlett: I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.
Scarlett: Dreams, dreams always dreams with you, never common sense.
Rhett Butler: 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.
Scarlett: I never heard of such bad taste.
Mammy: He went out and shot that poor pony, and, for a minute, I thought he was gonna shoot himself.
Gerald O’Hara: It will come to you, this love of the land. There’s no gettin’ away from it if you’re Irish.
Rhett Butler: 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.
Rhett Butler: A cat’s a better mother than you.
Scarlett: I can shoot straight, if I don’t have to shoot too far.
Rhett Butler: I can’t go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands.
Scarlett: 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: As God is my witness, as God is my witness they’re not going to lick me. I’m going to live through this and when it’s all over, I’ll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill. As God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.
Scarlett: Tara! Home. I’ll go home. And I’ll think of some way to get him back. After all… tomorrow is another day.
Rhett Butler: 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: Take a good look my dear. It’s an historic moment you can tell your grandchildren about – how you watched the Old South fall one night.