Clark Gable Was The Only Real He-man

I Hate A Liar. Maybe Because I'm Such A Good One Myself, Heh? Anyway, To Find Someone Has Told An Out And Out Lie Puts Him On The Other Side Of The Fence From Me For All Time.

Disagreeing With The Fervent Patriotism Of The Confederates: "i Think It's Hard Winning A War With Words, Gentlemen. . . . I'm Saying Very Plainly That The Yankees Are Better Equipped Than We. . . . All We've Got Is Cotton And Slaves, And Arrogance." "i Seem To Be Spoiling Everybody's Brandy And Cigars And Dreams Of Victory."

Hell, If I'd Jumped On All The Dames I'm Supposed To Have Jumped On, I'd Have Had No Time To Go Fishing.

Rhett: Don't Start Flirting With Me. I'm Not One Of Your Plantation Beaux. I Want More Than Flirting From You. Scarlett: What Do You Want? Rhett: I'll Tell You, Scarlett O'hara, If You'll Take That Southern-belle Simper Off Your Face. Someday I Want You To Say To Me The Words I Heard You Say To Ashley Wilkes: "i Love You!" Scarlett: That's Something You'll Never Hear From Me, Captain Butler, As Long As You Live.

When It's Over It's Over. No Questions, No Tears, No Farewell Kisses.