Character: Scarlett O'hara

- I know that I love you!
- It's your problem.

- Excuse me, I'm so sorry, Rhett.
- My dear, you're such a child. Sure, you can cross out the past, we need only ask for forgiveness?

- Ashley means nothing to me.
- But you're still imitated love.

Ashley you would have to say that you loved her and not tease me with your talk of honor. It took you years to figure it out? I mean to you no more than Belle Butler. I loved the image itself... doesn't really exist... And you care about me. How could this happen? Now it does not matter...

You're jealous of what you do not understand. Too long worked among hookers.

- Everyone in town spoke about it.
And you didn't shoot her for lying?
- I usually don't shoot those who speak the truth.

- Scarlett, you did, haven't changed since the day when you had the picnic we have in Twelve Oaks. Remember how you were sitting, surrounded by young people.
The naive Scarlett is no more. And this didn't work out as we hoped, Ashley, not so.
- Since then we've come a long way, right, Scarlett. Oh, carefree days... the warm summer twilight, women's laughter, the quiet songs of the Negroes and the confidence that this is the Golden time forever.
- We cannot look back and live the memories, Ashley. From this the soul groans... and going forward impossible.

- When I put on my new hat and all the figures out my head.
- Yes, there are some numbers, when you have such a hat!

- What are you afraid of?
- Most of what life has become too real, she had lost her beauty, lost in the serenity of those old days, cute my heart. I'm not fit to live in this world, and the world, which I belong - has disappeared with the advent of war. I saw the bloody mess of people, shells tearing my friends to pieces... God spared my life, but she to me is worse than death. In the new world no place for me I'm afraid.

- To leave us alone, helpless...
- You are helpless? God forbid the Yankees, which of you plucked.

- You leave when I need you! What's the matter?
- Maybe the fact that every southerner sitting this damn sentimentality. And maybe... maybe I'm just embarrassed. Who knows?

I'm impressed that you were a noble knight.
And I am appalled at your childish naivete, miss O'hara. I'm not a knight and not a hero.
But you broke through the blockade.
This is my fishing - raise a capital.
- Do you believe in our cause?
- I believe in Rhett Butler, that brings him income.

This, muddle-headed, honorable Mr. Ashley, of course, unworthy of a girl... as he put it? Insatiable thirst for life.
- You aren't fit to dust off his boots!
- And you were going to hate him to the grave.

- You can't have everything, Scarlett. You'll either make money unsuitable for ladies way and everywhere to meet a cold reception will either be poor and noble, but will gain a bunch of friends. You made the choice.
- Misery I will not, - she said quickly. But... I made the right choice, right?
- If you prefer the money.
- Yes, I prefer the money all about the world.
- Then you made the only possible choice. But you have to pay almost for everything. And pay by loneliness.