Category: Gone with the Wind

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.

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: 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: Tara! Home. I’ll go home. And I’ll think of some way to get him back. After all… tomorrow is another day.